Amelia is a snorer. I don't mean a dainty puff of a snore, I mean a giant roar of a snore. She must have gotten it from her Grandfather; there is no one else in our family that snores that substantially. Snoring isn't so bad unless it wakes you up through the night and prevents you from getting a good night's sleep. You wake up with dark circles under your eyes and feel bad the whole day. She also seems to have a shortness of breath when she sleeps. All of this led us down that familiar path to the ENT doctor who has deemed Amelia's tonsils SO large that they need to be removed. It seems like a minor thing, but when it's your baby being put to sleep and operated on; it is not minor at all.
I remember the hard 2 weeks we had with Gavin while he recovered and he's seemingly pretty tough. Not Millie; she's a marshmallow. Stubbed toes and minuscule scrapes call for band aids and lots of TLC. I can only imagine what healing from surgery will be like. If you are the praying type, say a small one for us in early November.