For the past 23 years, my father has granted me an eccentric "Happy Anniversary" on every single February 2nd...groundhog's day. He has created a bit of confusion offering these salutations on my facebook wall the past couple of years, causing many to wonder if it was my wedding anniversary or the like. The reason for this greeting he has offered on that day for over 2 decades: February 2, 1988 was the day of my tonsillectomy. To continue this unconventional tradition (because the apple doesn't fall too far from the quirky tree), July 20th will forever be known as Emma's tonsilversary.
The surgery went perfectly. Her ENT said that her adenoids were huge and nasty. She sure did need this surgery, and we hope that this will help her feel much better. She woke up perfectly, ate a popsicle as soon as she was reunited with us and sat wide awake and happy until we were ready to head home. With my only experience with kids and anesthesia being Nate, I was nothing but shocked at how well everything went. I was literally amazed at how well and quickly she woke and immediately wanted to eat. It was such a far cry difference than any experience we have had with Nate, whose body does not seem to like anesthesia at all.