It's that day

Well it's "M" day and Tracey's blog is being ghost written by her husband. I've been told to keep it simple as she wants to fill in all of the details from her perspective.

We got up very early, 5:45 to make sure we got to the Hospital in Bath by our 7:30 start time. Adam was going to London, Mum was taking him to school for 7:00 and Olivia was up to say good luck. Vaughan sensibly stayed in bed having said good luck the previous night. It could have been a lot more chaotic. Traffic was light, nobody else was up.

We arrive 7:15 ish and after a little wait saw the surgeon, Jane Smith, who was lovely. At this point we were told that she was on the afternoon list and we had to wait for a bed. 4 hours later hungry, thirsty and , to cap it all, after watching everyone have dinner Tracey was shown to her bed. It was a long wait. Tracey went through all the formality's, forms, blood pressure, pulse and some very fetching stockings and was told she was first on the list at 1:30. After all the waiting we were in a rush and I had to say bye bye. My wife is very lovely and very strong but for almost the first time there were a few tears. The High quality Superdrug tissues fell to pieces under the strain, quality counts. And that was it I was off and she was in.

I drove home, at this point a slight complaint, why is it that whenever you don't want a call your mobile rings and whenever you want, need, desire to talk to someone they don't hear it ring. I made 4 calls to mobiles on the way home (when my car was stopped) and nobody answered (you know who you are!). So I went home to wait. Contact was soon made with most of the important parties and life has been a sucession of calls from concerned people for the rest of the day. I'm sure we will talk to you all soon.

So we waited, at 5:45 I phoned and was told that it had all gone well and that we could visit. Vaughan and I went, "2 visitors only please" on the signs. A very sleepy Tracey looked like a beautiful angel lying in bed in her hospital gown. Only 2 visible tubes and 1 missing breast. Thank god the evil breast has gone! My wife is back. She was so tired and falling asleep, Vaughan and I left after 30 minutes.

I had a chat with the nurse, all went well, will know more tomorrow when the doc does the rounds. I will write more then. And thats, that.

I am now drinking a beer and dreaming of football and bed. Will write more tomorrow. I leave you with a photo of Trace and the kids having fun at Kingston Lacey at the weekend.