1. Watching Scott hand over our Little E to the nurse in scrubs and mask on her face and hearing her scream all the way back until they were able to put a mask on her face to put her to sleep. Knowing how scared the little munchkin was and not being able to do a thing about it.
2. Seeing a sleepy, out of it little girl who was just a little swollen and a touch of blood on her face be brought back to our room after her surgery. So vulnerable so helpless.
Honestly, I think we needed to experience this so that we could prepare ourselves for Baby Girl's much more intense, risky and scary surgery in a few weeks.
My faith is being stretched and my heart feels like it might rip sometimes... I know its just being taught how to trust in Heavenly Father and His plan. My babies are his babies. He loves them more than I do. He will do what needs to be done. He will protect them the way they need to be protected.
Little E did great. She had a few moments of not wanting ice cream, popsicles or pudding and only want SALAD. She was down for a few days but after switching her medicine to tylenol/motrin from the narcotic she was right back to herself. Now she sounds a little bit like a really loud cartoon character. The Dr. said she won the largest tonsils/adenoids of the day.
*Isn't this wheelchair the cutest thing you've ever seen