Lydia and herTonsils...

Our poor little Lydi had her big ugly tonsils and adenoids out Tuesday.

Lots of strep throat, tonsillitis and antibiotics...

it was time.

I was so upset to find out that we wouldn't be able to even arrive at the hospital until 11 am.

Which meant no food or drink after midnight.

Cruel for a 2 year old don't you agree??

So we kept her up late...

She got some late night time on Saige's phone. :)

And we prayed really hard that she would sleep in.

And she did!

Didn't wake up until around 9:40 and of course started asking for "waffles and chocolate milk."  Poor kid just looked at me like I was crazy when I told her that we didn't have any.

So grateful they called to say we could get there a little early.

She was so cute and only cried for a second when we told her she couldn't have a drink from the drinking fountain.

She thought that the PJ's they made her wear were very strange.

And obviously didn't have a clue what was going on.

Around 11:30 they finally came to get her.

She went right to the anesthesiologist... no tears.

After he told us that he had never seen anything like it.

He layed her down and she just closed her eyes and kept her arms to her sides while he put the mask on her.  No fighting it at all.

I think she was thinking, "If I close my eyes maybe that strange man will go away."

And then after being nervous parents waiting and praying for our little angel... and after the Dr. came in to tell us that both her tonsils and adenoids were huge and that they really did need to come out... they brought her to us.

Groggy and disoriented... but she never made a peep.

Just snuggled and purred like a little kitty.

And then gobbled up her Popsicle and juice.

It's amazing to me how well she has done.

The pain medicine doesn't sit well with her stomach.

Saige can vouch for that since she was the one that caught the brunt of it and all that juice she had been drinking all over her lap.

So we switched to just Ibuprofen/Tylenol.

And by the evening she was up running around.

And INSISTED on eating pizza with us.

I was sure she would want ice cream... her slurpee Deon brought her etc. etc.

But no... she ate almost a whole piece.

She has a seriously high pain tolerance level.

Possibly because her throat was so swollen most of the time anyway.

And she never ever told me that it hurt.

I could just tell by the way she would talk that those darn tonsils were infected again.

We sure do love that girl.

And are so so grateful that it all went so well.

We're trying to take it easy and make her rest...
but not much slows this little one down!