Day After T-Day

We all awoke to Elise's screaming and coughing this morning at about 5:55am. She was complaining that she had swallowed a piece of hair and couldn't get it out. Mark came and checked it out with a flashlight and then had to explain to her that her throat is just going to feel really different for a few days. No hair in her throat, just a scab trying to form where her tonsils once were. Of course Mark added, "You won't ever have to go through this again. Just hang in there for a few days."

For patients who have had a tonsillectomy they recommend that you sleep with your head elevated. A six year old is not going to stick to that throughout the night so the doctor suggested that one of us sleep in her room the first couple of nights to keep an eye on her. I tried last night but her snoring was so obnoxious I just couldn't relax. Poor kid! I do hope we see that calm down soon or I will be very depressed.

Mark headed back to work today so it's just me with the two kids today. We'll be fine. I told Mark yesterday that the worst that will happen is that the kids will both watch 8 hours of TV today.

Yesterday we read an e-mail from Poh & B (her grandparents who are off at sea right now on a scientific voyage) and they suggested she draw a picture of her experience to show them when they return. Not only did she draw a picture, she has now illustrated the entire course of events . . . waiting in the waiting room, sitting with Mom & Dad when the nurses and doctors came to talk to us, changing her clothes in the bathroom, and my favorite, the parts I wasn't there for, being put to sleep and waking up in a different room. She just used up the last piece of her drawing paper so I'll have to go find her something else to use. And maybe later we'll put it together in chronological order and make it a book.