Kennedy gets her tonsils and adenoids removed!

The date was 11/11/11 .... spooky, right?

Well, let's start at the beginning. This summer during preschool we were doing a unit on the 5 senses. Trish was having everyone stick out their tongue and look at their taste buds. It was then, that Trish said, "Have you looked at Kennedy's tonsils, they are HUGE!" I just assumed she was getting sick. But when she did not get sick, I checked again. Still huge. Then I realized that a 4 year old should probably not be snoring like an old man. This was confirmed when we saw an ENT who said that they should probably be removed. That was around November 2. Well, being uncomfortably pregnant already, I thought we should probably get this show on the road....so fast forward to

11/11/11.

Here is Kennedy playing nervously as she has no idea what is really about to happen.

Right before surgery in her cute gown. 

Then, there was the AFTER surgery. It did not get any pictures. Probably because I was traumatized and so was Kennedy. We didn't need to remember with pics, but I will recall with words. The nurse made us say goodbye to Kennedy so they could take her to the OR. She screamed and tried to hold onto us as they ripped her away. I was heart broken and while the surgery was relatively quick, it felt like FOREVER. Then, they came to tell us everything went fine and that she was waking up.  A few minutes later they let us back. The nurse looked at Jeremy and I and said, "It is totally normal for children to be upset when they wake up. Do you recognize that scream?" Ummmm, no actually I don't. It was a scared and uncontrollable scream. I ran to her. Blood was coming out of her nose and mouth. I took her from the nurses arms and she was thrashing and yelling. I realized that this was probably not the best for my big tummy, and with guilt I handed her to Jeremy. She screamed when she saw her IV. I had them remove it. She screamed when she saw blood. I lied and told her it was the doctors not hers. She would calm down and almost fall back asleep at time, then scream again. She didn't want ANYONE to talk. She didn't want popsicles. Before, I knew it they were sending us home. I babied her and kicked Jeremy to the couch for the next couple of nights. Kennedy slept in my bed, and I would watch her with baited breath. But, surprisingly, just days later, she was back to her old happy self. AND by some blessing/ miracle she only remembered bits and pieces of the whole event.