My husband, my mother, my father & stepmother. We were able to say a prayer all together before surgery. They waited in the cardiac surgery waiting room. I think they said there was one other man there waiting for his wife. The waiting room was right around the corner from the surgery room. My husband's cell phone number was written on the wall inside the OR, and he was called with updates. After I was put back together and moved out of the OR in to ICU, my entourage was allowed to see me briefly (unconscious, vent tube in and all), then sent off campus for lunch for a few hours. When I woke up, my husband was holding my hand and my parents were staring at me.
I felt better knowing they were there the whole time. I know they would rather have been there than at home. I was worried about my husband being surrounded by my family, and tried to get him to bring a friend or family member for his support, but he declined.
I felt like I had too many people in my room that afternoon. They weren't in the way, but it was tight with nurses coming in and out, and all the machines. My personal ICU nurse was cute though, and he gave my mom someone to flirt with. <sigh> the things we remember!