We went back to see her ENT on Wednesday; surprise, surprise. Wednesday stared off rather interesting. We had everything ready. Daddy was strapping Grace into her car seat and I was taking the dogs out. When I came back in, there was no Daddy and no baby in the car seat. There was however, a puddle of regurgitated formula and a couple burp cloths in their place. It was slowly leaking out the bottom of the car seat and onto the table. Fun times. Grace had been pulling on her ears and rubbing the back of her head for a couple days, so we decided to make another visit to Dr. Boone. After I washed her car seat material and hosed the rest off in the sink, we were on our way yet again. Dr. Boone said what we all knew was coming. TUBES. While I know this will help her feel much better and keep her from being as sick as long, I’m still super upset about it. She’s so little and I’m terrified about them putting her to sleep. Jared had tubes three times, and many other people have said how it’s not a big deal, and most babies get them. I don’t care. While it’s unfortunate and scary that other kids and parents had to go through this, it’s not my baby. Grace is my baby.
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