Elsa awoke with a bounce in her step yesterday. She had been counting the days to her tonsillectomy like a child does to Christmas. Why, you might ask, would she be so excited? Well, the promise of never-ending popsicles definitely didn't hurt, but the main reason is because she wants to share a room with Lorelai.
You see, immediately upon moving here last November we recognized that there was a problem in the sleeping arrangement - Elsa snored loud, oh so loud, and Lorelai couldn't sleep a wink. So out came the air mattress and the girls have been rotating nights in the computer room ever since.
Elsa's first night sleeping alone was a bit fearful for her. She seemed worried and asked over and over if someone could sleep with her. As I thought about it, I realized that Elsa had never slept alone before. When living with her biological family in Ethiopia they resided in a one room mud hut, the entire family together. And in the orphanage she shared a room - dormitory style - with all the other girls. So the solitude she experienced that first night alone in her bedroom was a little scary.
Which brings us back to the tonsillectomy and Elsa's pure joy at the hope of having her snoring resolved: she just wants to share a room with her sister - and I think that's the sweetest thing ever.
And now for a photo journal of yesterday's events.
Pre-op. Feeling happy and excited:
Post-op. Reality hits:
The first of the promised popsicles:
I heaved a sigh of relief when I walked into Elsa's hospital room and saw an extra bed up against the wall. I was flying solo for the day and having a place to lay Elisabeth made my life a gazillion times easier:
Ready to go home, wearing a smile again:
Keep your fingers crossed that the tonsillectomy does its job!
(No more snoring...no more snoring...)
(Pre-op, meds had begun to take effect, obviously. Ha!)
