this morning, I took Carrie to the hospital at 5:30, getting up at 4:15.  Her surgery began at 7:30 and was scheduled to last about four hours.  At the 4 1/2 mark, I got more than a little agitated and left my job to see what the hold-up was.  When I arrived at the hospital,  I was informed that  the surgery was completed and that "she did great".  By the time I saw her, she was getting over being nauseous and was on phenergan, thus sleepy.  The kids were obviously concerned with their Mom's condition.  Very traumatic for a 3 and 5 year old.  Poor babies!  Luckily, their Dad does a great job with them.