Farewell

Early, early this morning, Vinny, little B, and I woke up.

Since it was April 2nd, we put on our shorts, flip-flops and sun visors. Then we opened the front door and remembered we live in the frozen arctic.

We took off our shorts, flip-flops, and sun visors and donned our thermal underwear.

We drove (more like slid) through the icy town to bid little B's gigantic tonsils farewell.

We brought B's special stuffed manatee.

And colored while we waited.

B pretended to need restraints...

And pretended to bust free.

We were a little disappointed to learn that Grandpa Gary was working on a heart case so he was not able to see little B before he was wheeled back. But every step of the way people told us they knew little B's grandpa. As B was taken to surgery, we heard the anesthesiologist say, "Did you know I'm friends with your grandpa?" And Little B said, "Everyone must be friends with my grandpa!"

The surgery itself lasted only about 15 minutes, but of course recovery was longer. Vinny and I were sitting there waiting when we heard a familiar voice in the hall say, "I know two people who will be glad to see you." Grandpa Gary made it to see little B in recovery and was wheeling him back to us. It was yet another day that I was grateful for Grandpa's hospital connections.

It's only been a few weeks since we discovered that little B would stop breathing about every 3 minutes allllll night long. Although it's always hard to have a child in surgery, and especially hard to see them hurting afterward, we are so happy to have this done. Bye-bye tonsils!