Last Friday, your Daddy and I took you to the hospital to have tubes put in your ears.
We knew that it was the very best thing to do, we knew that your poor little ears needed a break, we knew plenty of other kids who had the very same procedure and we knew it was no big deal...but you are our very own Gracie Lou who we love more than anything in the whole world...so we were the teensiest of nervous wrecks.
Daddy was worried about your not being able to eat all morning (because we all know you like your morning "baba's").
Mama was worried about telling you bye-bye when you went with the doctor (because Mama is terrible at bye-byes).
And we were both worried that you would be hurt or upset during or after your surgery (because we love you and never, ever want you to be hurt or upset).
Your surgery started late and by 11:00 in the morning you'd had not one thing to eat...and made not one complaint about it.
When the time came to say goodbye, you looked Mama right in the eye and gave her a little smile.
And when we finally got to you after it was all over, you sucked down a bottle, waved bye-bye to the nurses, and generally were the cutest thing to hit post-op. Shortly thereafter, you laid your head on Daddy's shoulder and promptly went to sleep.
Your Daddy told you that you were the best baby in the whole world, and he was right. You were so calm...and thanks to you, Gracie Lou, we were too.
Your still recovering Mama