Our kiddos have some big tonsils (and get them honestly, from me - which seems to be the only physical trait they inherited from their Mama!) After Maryn's continued to grow and started to majorly obstruct her breathing, the doctor recommended we remove. And we agreed. Not only was her snoring out of control, but she also had periods of sleep apnea that were downright scary to hear.
Of course, Maryn went into a surgical procedure with a lot of exuberance. The promise of non-stop individual attention, ice cream, and one-on-one snuggles throughout her recovery almost made her giddy about the entire thing!
The worst part (other than recovery): a COVID test a few days before the procedure. Goodness gracious, that swap has to be millimeters away from the brain when they shove it in. Although she didn't flinch at the blood drawl, the COVID test really upset her. And this was the morning before her recital, so it forced a make up redo!
She did so well the day of surgery: no questions, no concerns, very compliant with the nurses (even after a second blood draw!), and then super, SUPER silly after the "princess juice" to relax her. I felt like I was trying to take care of a drunk college girl, telling me she had to get up, take off her clothes, go find the nurse... :)
After a very successful procedure (and confirmation from the ENT that her tonsils were "absolutely enormous"), she came back very agitated and upset before taking a good, solid nap to sleep off the anesthesia.
She then hung out with Mama and Daddy while she sucked on some popsicles and begged to go home.
Poor girl had a couple of episodes with her tummy, and that, plus her throat, made it very hard for her to take liquids. They warned us that we may have to spend the night, but fortunately she kept enough down in the late afternoon for us to go home around suppertime. I've never seen a girl change so fast into her clothes. She even buckled her own sandals while I went over the paperwork. The moment they let us leave, she was out the door.
Her recovery has gone very well. The second day she felt rough, and slept on and off in my "office" (which is currently our bedroom) while I worked. We also cuddled quite a bit, which I'm not going to complain about. :) By the third and fourth days, she was back to normal and harassing her brothers non-stop. Her voice is still super high pitched, and it's precious!
So thankful for modern medicine and easy, smooth, successful procedures. As always, our small town hospital took big time care of us. So long, big ugly tonsils!!