Paige had her tonsils and adenoids removed yesterday morning, and to say these past 24 hours have been a roller coaster would be an understatement. (It was a necessary evil, though. According to the ENT, her tonsils were touching in the back of her throat and her adenoids were blocking 80% of her airway.)
Yesterday morning was pretty low-key, until all the anesthesia wore off. Yesterday evening was – well, not so low key. Paige was a mess. However, the night was pretty good – we really only heard from her when we woke her to give her her pain medication. For the first time since the day she turned one (trust me, you remember things like this), Paige slept until 7:00 am. No, PAST 7:00 am – I finally heard from her at 8:15!
Things seemed to get off to a great start because
my mom came over with Starbucks Paige woke up in a great mood and ready to eat. She was sitting on the couch, and (as usual) Blair was sitting on the floor staring at her with admiration. Paige took a tiny bite of bread (not toast, not a bagel – just a plain slice of bread). She chewed for a minute. Then leaned forward and proceeded to puke all over Blair. Not on the couch, really. Not so much on the floor. Pretty much just right on her sister’s face and clothes. Blair, being a hardened little sister already, looked around, smiled and crawled away.
Thank heaven the roles weren’t reversed – Paige would STILL be falling apart over it all. Thank heaven my mom was here, because I pretty much just stared in shock at what was happening. Thank heaven the only reaction I could think to have was to laugh about it all. And thank heaven for little sisters – especially ones with personalities like Blair.
(PS – Paige, I’m putting this in writing so that your sister can use this against you someday.)