The countdown begins... Five more days until Brooklyn gets her tonsils taken out. They're planning on removing her oversized adenoids as well while they're at it, so I guess it's a two-for-one deal. They actually considered putting tubes in her ears too (a triple header), but fortunately her eardrums are working fine. (One would hope so since she's already had tubes twice.)
While it's frightening anytime you allow your little one away to be placed under anesthesia, I'm feeling more anxious about this surgery than her other minor procedures. After getting tubes, Brooklyn came home with a tiny bottle of eardrops and felt better within a couple hours. This time around, she's got three serious prescriptions--an antibiotic, something to help with swelling, and a whole lot of tylenol with codeine. While I know kids are resilient and bounce back quickly, it will still be fluids only for several days.
The doctor was very concerned about whether or not I would have help because I am "definitely going to have my hands full." Going to have my hands full? I feel like I already have my hands full. It's a full-time job just keeping the house from burning down--literally. Yesterday I walked into the kitchen and discovered a flaming paper bag in the middle of the tile floor. The girls were standing around it wide-eyed, mouths gaping open as they watched it transform from bright yellow flames to black ash. Apparently they'd been performing science experiments while I boiled water for dinner. According to Brooklyn, she only lit a corner of the bag, but Talia was "really good at it" since she managed to set the whole thing aflame.
Good at it...not exactly the phrase I'd choose for aptitude in pyrotechnics. Once the flames had been squelched, the girls and I sat down for a serious talk about fire safety. All the while, I thought about how I was going to have my hands full. If the worst is yet to come, next week may be interesting...