He is going to have to have surgery on his tonsils. The whole breathing at night issue had the doctor worried, and then he looked at them. They're huge. His surgery's next week. He doesn't really know. I also haven't told his brothers. I'm never quite sure how Little Elvis will react to anything.
I'm worried. That's my nature. Bob will be with us. He's not the worrier that I am. I've talked to another mother who had her baby get his tonsils removed. She said it was hard on both of them, but definitely worth it. Bob talked to a student who had the surgery when she was older. She said it made such a difference in her life. And then we hear his breathing at night. Some mornings he wakes up after what should be a good night's sleep with little dark circles.
Poor sweet baby. He is the sweetest little thing. He really is. His teachers love him, as do his Sunday school teachers. He is loving and silly. His new favorite thing to do is "smooch." He'll kiss my cheeks, three times, saying "smooch" with each kiss.
He still sings all of the time. We downloaded "Turn Down for What" for Little Elvis this weekend, and Cheese Puff started singing along with it immediately. (It's an easy song to figure out.) He sings "All About that Bass" and "Jingle Bells" all the time. He doesn't need the radio for prompting.
The doctor said he may have to relearn how to talk some, just because he'll be going from no room in the back of his throat, to room. I hope he's still able to sing.
We've been stocking up on liquids for him.