After being diagnosed with hip dysplasia, my 10 month old daughter was scheduled to have a closed reduction to put her femur bone into proper position in relation to her under developed hip socket, an arthrogram(an injection of dye into her hip and series of x-rays), the placement of her spica cast and an MRI to make sure there was no remaining tissue in the way that may keep the femur bone out of place. All this would be done under general anesthesia.
Her surgery time was scheduled for 12:30 pm. This set us up for a bit of a miserable day. The baby wasn't allowed to have anything other than clear liquids after 4:30am, and for a girl who loves to nurse through the night, she was definitely not pleased. We spent the morning trying to keep her occupied. It took lots of bath time(she loves bath time) and lots of baby wearing to get her to nap(since she also likes to nurse to sleep.
Our hospital arrival time was 10:30 am. We got to the hospital and got checked in. We went through all of the paper work, while trying to keep a now very pissed off baby happy. We spoke with our orthopedic surgeon and the anesthesiologist and picked her cast color(naturally). The OR was running a bit ahead of schedule, so they were going to be able to take her in early. She was given a dose of Versed to calm her down. This worked very well.
We were given the choice of being discharged that day or staying over night. I chose to have her stay over night. I was lost. I had no clue how to handle her or change her diaper. I felt better being in the hospital. When they moved her to her room from recovery, things went south.
They were able to detach her from all of her wires, I was able to find Doc McStuffins on the hospital tv(don't judge, you put your baby in such a large cast and then try to keep her happy and occupied in a hospital bed), and she settled down. My husband left to get our three older kids, and we were on our own for the night.