tonsils out

Um..... tonsils out = stink breath! YUK!

Today is the annual daddy/daughter outing. It is an event that is looked forward to all year long... (as in... the day they come home from the daddy/daughter, Bailey and Papa start talking about next years outing!) But as life would have it, this year Bailey and Papa spent the day together without the company of ward friends and neighbors. Bailey even traded in cozy jammies for an open back gown (comfy) and a sleeping bag in a tent for hospital bed and a surgery center. Papa still took off work and stayed close by her side... (which is saying a lot since Papa LOATHES surgery, blood, heart monitors and the like.) Bailey was elated to finally rid her throat of those meat ball sized tonsils that prevented her from sleeping all through the night, swallowing whole food without nearly choking and the dreaded chronic strep infections that haunted her. Though it was most unfortunate that she had to miss her favorite outing of the year!

Bailey had a love-hate relationship with those tonsils. After all, they were a part of her body that the good Lord provided her to care for in this mortality. But she hated... I mean despised... those strep infections, sleep apnea and choking on her food because they got in her way. Dr. Mancuso actually recommended that this procedure be done years ago. Years! And though I can think of no pediatric docs that I trust and love more than that Doc Mancuso, we waited in hopes that she would grow into those beasts. I swear that as she grew, so did they! This time another favorite Doc (Davis... Oh so amazing and ever talented and sharply skilled... we so love him... you would too!) recommended that Mancuso take them out. So back to Mancuso we went and again, he invited us to take them out. And we partook! It took the dynamic duo of skilled docs to convince us, but we are absolutely certain that we won't be missing any more daddy/daughter outings because of sick tonsils!

So today I was kicken up dust and trippen' over myself to mash potatoes, pour clear liquids and open Popsicles. And that papa Nate, he couldn't get to the store fast enough to pick up pain killers, more juice, apple sauce and videos. Hallelujah... things are looking bright! Bailey Buns... Consider us "at your service"!

p.s. if I may put a plug in for Dr. Mancuso... Please meet the man. If your kids don't have ENT probs you might pretend that they do just so that you can meet him! When he took "the oath" he meant what he said... and I can't recommend a more professional, kind and intelligent individual than he is. He really broke the mold.

The talent I vicariously posess through my daughter

Bailey and Kaitlynn

As a youngen' my mother MADE me play the piano. I absolutely HATED (strong usage please!) getting up in the morning to practice. At a younger age, it was only 30 minutes... every morning at 6:00 a.m. My mother was the piano NAZI... she wouldn't just get me up, she would walk me to the piano and then SIT next to me while I practiced. Who does that? I vividly remember it so much so that I can recall her rubbing her sleepy eyes and they sounded like marbles banging together! At 6:00 a.m. EVERYTHING bugs you... unless you're running or feeding a baby! And I was bugged. I wanted to sleep until the sunshine kissed me awake. But even more, I wanted so badly to play the violin like my ballerina sister, Rosie... But the piano was mine with a promise that "you'll thank me one day". And that day did come. And I am truly grateful for those hours of practice... but I wasn't in my more naive years! Never-the-less, my wish to fiddle never faded. When Bailey began showing interest in a violin my heart lept!

Today we enjoyed her first orchestra concert! It was combined with the band and choir. (Crazy, somehow I managed to talk my mom into letting me play the flute along with the piano, but not the violin. Now that I think about it, I'll have to rehash that conversation with mum to figure out the reason... Where was I... ) I came to a quick realization after listening to the "beginner" band that the strings are WWAAAYYY more my type! The melody of angels... And I feel complete.

Dear Sweet Buns,

Thanks for your interest in my dreams come true.

Love you,

mum

Sick as a Bug...

This is Bailey Bug... Boy is she sick!

Bailey bug started acting a little sick yesterday when, instead of zipping around doing chores, she lied on the couch, feet elevated, begging (in a full tonsil voice) for a drink and some tissue.

Po Bailey!

So today, we ditched church and called Dr. Davis, who came for a house call... (he's like Doc from Little House on the Prairie, but WAAAY better looking!) and after asking Bai to open her mouth he proclaimed, "WOW"! (I'm still unclear if it was from the Strep throat breath, or the sight of GIGANTIC red and pussy tonsils.)

He gave her the Rx of dreams... Pink bubble gum medicine (I'm jealous! Still like to eat it...) for 2 weeks. Drink lots of water. NO school for 2 days! (T.V. here we come!) and sleep in!

So tonight for dinner we all ate Chicken Noodle soup with Bailey.

Get better soon, little bug...