It wouldn’t be fair not to document it, I suppose.
My poor little, wondrous soul. I became a beastly momma bear beforehand and basically demanded that the surgeon explain himself over and over again. She did amazing, of course, wheeled off to the operating room without me and then wheeled back, IV in arm, no adenoids left and new tubes in her tiny ears. She’s made a wonderful recovery so far, and the antibiotics, ear drops and Advil are all helping her get through the day – along with a fancy new toy and lots of snuggling and cartoons.