She needs to have her tonsils and adenoids removed, and while I KNOW this is the best decision for her, and while I have received all the information in the world to make me comfortable with the procedure....
She is my baby, and they are putting her to sleep, and cutting tissue out of her body, and why yes, I did, dive into a half-gallon of Dark Chocolate ice cream late Sunday night in a fit of uncontrolled emotional eating.
Seriously. This adorableness in a hospital gown on a gurney?
I wish it could be me.
I will try to pull myself away from her snuggly little self and our shared tray of Jell-O jigglers to update y'all on how she come through the operation and hospital stay when I get a chance.
In the meantime, feel free to send your thoughts and prayers to us on Monday morning and in the days to follow.