My little Boo had a bad day. When we went for his 6 month checkup on Wednesday this week his doctor told us that he may have a condition called Ankyloglossia or better known as tongue-tie. She referred us to another doctor in the practice and we saw him today. His name was Dr. Goldfinger, I kid you not.
Suspicions confirmed. Brady's little tongue does not protrude past his gums. Dan took the afternoon of work and came with me to the appointment. I am so glad he was there. It was torturous. Not so much for Brady. They said the worst part of it for him was being held down on the table while they did the procedure. I felt like a traitor as he laid on the table cooing and giggling at me right before. Then they held him down, numbed him and pulled out the scissors.
I have a history of fainting at the sight of blood so I buried my face in Dan's chest while he looked on. I felt like a loser, like I wasn't there for my son. But as soon as it was snipped (it was very fast), I stroked his head and cooed at him. Oh, it was terrible.
The doctor assures me that there are very little blood vessels or nerve endings where he was cut so he will be just fine and have little discomfort.
My mom and dad took Red and Stinky to the movies so Boo could have a quiet afternoon at home with mommy and daddy. I think that was just the ticket. He has been resting off and on all afternoon and seems to be doing ok. A little fussier than normal. He seems happy to have us all to himself. That sure starts young doesn't it? The desire to be the center of attention.
I leave you with a few pics from the birthday celebration last week.
I learned that Stinky actually likes trucks more than cake because the truck won out.
Vincent's Birthday Cake.
One of his new favorite toys.
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