The Heffalump needs to have
her adenoids out.
This is hard. I'm pretty good at doctors and needles and stuff for me. And I'm not bad with the Little Ballerina - but she's a fairly stoic kiddo, and handles vaccines and the like with aplomb. She was even tough during her
broken arm, which makes things much easier on me; kiss the tears, make her giggle, and we're past it.
But the Heffalump does not deal well with doctors. And she's had nine - NINE - ear infections before age two, so she's totally gun-shy; as soon as she sees that otoscope she starts wiggling and whimpering. The adenoid surgery should help with all of this, I know, and it's good for her, but...they want to cut into my baby. She's still small enough that I can snuggle her all up into a ball like an infant, and she smells like baby wash. Sniff.
Of course, after the exams yesterday, I had the non-mommy thoughts of "aren't adenoids, like, a totally 50s disease? Does she get a polio shot after?" And
LawyerMan and I had the same question for the doctor "So, she'll get to eat lots of ice cream, right? Or was that just the Brady Bunch?"