Toodle-oo Tonsils!

Tomorrow is a big day for us.

Big big day for this little man.

My adorable Brady is having surgery.

I’m a bit nervous.

I could use your good thoughts and prayers.

If you follow along you know Brady is our middle child.

He’s our comedian.

He’s our trouble maker.

He’s our Rock Star.

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Today we’re saying goodbye to Brady’s tonsils and adnoids…

Uh, buh-bye!

These little puppies have been the source of many many issues for us.

Brady coughs all the time.

ALL THE TIME.

He doesn’t sleep well.

He snores loud enough to wake the neighbors.

You can hear him breathing in the next room…

And that’s when he’s awake.

He was my rush to the hospital in the middle of the night on a consistent basis croup baby.

He has asthma

And, well, he’s a peanut.

He’s in the 25th height and weight percentile compared to his brothers’ 85th percentiles.

And that’s odd as Brady was a big big big baby…

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Uh, huge would be a better word…

So one day I’m doing my bloggie rounds and I come to my girl Rachel at Mommy Needs a Vacation

And her awesome post about a mommys instinct is all  about her daughter, Sadie, how she knew something was off and the doctors had ingnored it but she persisted and researched and found someone to listen and in the end the doctors realized that Sadie wasn’t getting enough Human Growth Hormone at night during REM sleep.

See, Sadie was a “Mouthbreather” just like Brady.  They never get a chance to grow because Human Growth Hormone is released during REM sleep and kids like Sadie and Brady (oh, gosh, they rhyme…coincidence?) because of their mouthbreathing they never reach REM sleep.

What can cause mouthbreathing?

ENLARGED TONSILS!!

It explains Brady’s constant bags under his eyes.

It explains the enormous drop off in his height and weight percentiles.

I peered into Brady’s mouth…

Man those things were huge!

Now, they were always huge, but I never thought about it.

I mean the kid has been to the doctor a BILLION times.

Why didn’t someone say something?

So I took Rachel’s advice and we went to the ENT.

I found the best around, the most conservative.

Surgery is not something we take lightly.

The doctor walked into the room.  Looked at Brady and said, “Does he always breathe like that?”

We said, “Yes.”

He chuckled.

He looked into Brady’s mouth and looked back at us and said, “Yup, they’re coming out.”

Thank you Rachel!!!!

He confirmed all our suspicions.

Those tonsils and adnoids were the root of Brady’s sleeping problems, his constant cough, and it’s possible the kid doesn’t even have asthma!

 

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So as of 9:30 tomorrow morning he won’t have tonsils either!

We’re saying Toodle-oo to the tonsils!

Don’t let the door hit ya in the arse on the way out!

I’ll post tomorrow when we’re home and settled.

But your thoughts and prayers will be much appreciated!

Nervous mom.

Psyched kid!

Typical Brady.

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Proud Mama

Ever get that warm and fuzzy feeling that you know you shouldn’t because it’s not right to be happy and gloat that your kid is the best one out there?

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That’s my middle boy, Brady.

He started out like this…

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And spent A LOT of time like this…

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But not anymore…

No sir…

Now it’s more like this…

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and this…

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And I can’t help but be a little giddy about the fact that something happened this weekend and it all just clicked for him.  He was a man possessed.  He was flying around the ice and literally skating circles around the other kids.  At his practice yesterday all the other moms were like,

“Look at him go!”

“He’s amazing!”

“He’s so good out there!”

So yes, I’m gloating just a bit today, not to the other moms, but to you guys, because today, my little man Brady is the best darn 4 year old hockey player in his class.

Woo hoo!  Go Brady!!!

I’m so going to embarass him when he’s older!

Now if I could just get him out of that BC jersey and into a BU one we’d be in business!

Second Child Syndrome

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Do you have one of these?

Look at that face…the epitome of angelic wonder.

Don’t let the face fool you…beneath those baby blues lurks the monster…the monster I like to refer to as the second child, also affectionately known as, Lucifer.

Sure he’s cute, he’s loving, he’s hysterical, and he can be sweet as pecan pie.  But HE NEVER STOPS.  And this was true since the day he was born, no, not even the day he was born, since conception!  I remember pleading with my OB, Dr. Hackmeyer, to please check the ultrasound again.

Why?  He would ask.

Please, check it again…there has to be two babies in there.

I assure you, Alex, there is only one baby.  He would say.

No one child could possibly move THAT much! I yelled.

But sure enough, Brady arrived, and there was only one baby and suddenly the movement in the womb made perfect sense because Brady has not sat still for a second since.

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Ok, once, but that was just post Halloween candy induced coma.

You see, I am a classic first child.  Yup, that’s me.  Bright, happy, constantly over acheiving, people pleasing, first child syndrome girl.  Then comes my brother, the terror.  The tyrant.  The one who was always throwing tantrums, always demanding negative attention, and ultimately always getting his way.  But that’s what happens with the second child right?  I mean, even my dogs are that way.

But being the first child and perfect in every way (of course) why should I deserve the wrath of a second child?  For the record, karma is true, you should meet my brother’s second child, Drew!

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These two are trouble!

So what does my sweet little Brady do to show me how much he loves his Mommy?  He draws me a picture….

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on my wall…

Cute huh?  And he loves to share.  Share with me…This is Brady making a sneak attack…

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On my Grand Gold Margarita!  For the record, he’s not a fan of tequila…

Why is it that the second child can produce so much drama?  So much terror?  So much pull your hair out anguish?  I mean, what is this kid going to do to me when he hits high school?

But all in all, it’s not that bad right?  I mean look at that face?

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How can you not love that ham?  And obviously it’s not the end of the world right?  Because God knows we decided to go back and…

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…get another one.  Anyone ever heard of third-child syndrome????

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