First of all, I wanted to tell you all that we got the Disney pins we won on e-Bay. They were everything the children dreamed of. My hopes of photographing them in all their glory were dashed when the children pounced on the kitchen table, divvied them up, and took off to the far corners of the house to pin them to their respective lanyard.
I had no idea that Jensen knew division. But I saw him count out 10 pins for himself. And he made sure that my future daughter-in-law, Minnie Mouse, was well represented. So each child got 10 shiny new pins for trading. That left 10 extra for the parents to split. And since Fiddledaddy’s math is rusty, that’s 8 for me and 2 for him.
Fiddledaddy took Cailey to the E.N.T. specialist this morning while I stayed home and wrangled Jensen. The Daddy managed to talk Emme into keeping Cailey company on the trip. I suppose his reasoning was that if Emme and Cailey were kept busy tormenting one another, it would take Cailey’s mind off of the doctor’s visit.
Which she had been dreading.
And if you thought, how sweet, an act of sisterly kindness by Emme to go with her sister to a doctor’s visit, you would be wrong. Emme was bribed.
A couple of things have been brought to my attention, regarding my reporting of Cailey’s congenital cyst. In my original post, I called it a congenital cyst, and went on to babble about how it’s probably been there for a while.
People. Congenital means present from birth. So I would say, yes, it’s been there a while. I really should check my medical terminology against my handy computer DICTIONARY before I publicly embarrass myself.
But that was not all.
When Fiddledaddy told the doctor that I had been explaining the lump on Cailey’s throat away as her Adam’s Apple, the doctor OPENLY MOCKED ME.
As it turns out, women do not have Adam’s Apples. Unless they are transvestite in nature. And in that case, they could be called Eve’s Apple. So there you are.
This is why I never sought a position in the healthcare profession. That and the pesky fact that I have a relatively low gross-out threshold. Just ask anyone. Whenever anyone vomits, I’m the LAST PERSON you want around.
Mother of the Year. The award is mine.
Anyhoo. The recommendation that the doctor gave us, besides me NOT teaching Biology, is to keep her on the antibiotics for 10 days to bring the swelling down and control the infection.
But. Then she does have to have this thing removed. As in surgically. Because if she doesn’t, it will re-occur, continue to get infected, and she’ll have an Adam’s Apple.
And frankly, a little girl who gravitates towards frilly pink princess fare, should not have an Adam’s Apple.
I know this now.
I feel a good deal more peace with everything. As does Cailey. Especially since the doctor gave her permission to do pretty much anything she feels like over the next couple of weeks. With the exception of karate and heavy wrestling. Nothing to worry about there. Oh. And she is most excited about the likelihood that she will get to exist on ice cream for the week following the surgery.
And he assured her that she wouldn’t feel a thing since she would be asleep. I will be asking him to go ahead and put me under as well, which would I think be a benefit to everyone involved.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone. And again, your prayers and well wishes have meant the world to my family.