When I came into the living room where Bethany and Daddy camped out since sometime in the middle of the night, Beth happily told me Daddy had said he'd take her to the doctor to get her tonsils out. (He didn't, by the way.) A few weeks ago when her tonsils were bothering her, she begged me to take her to the doctor that day to have them removed. She thought they'd slice her neck open, yet she didn't care a bit.
Sometimes my girls happily share, but usually that only pertains to germs. Bethany woke up sick in the middle of the night with the same symptoms Hope had been showing since Wednesday. Is it coincidental that the girls came home sick from 2 out of 3 VBSs they attended? *(I dubbed this the VBS virus and kept drowning Hope in Motrin. Yet it wouldn't let up and she was in a lot of pain-and started to share it!
Off to the doctor they go and yep, you got it, they have strep throat. Beth asked Susan, our nurse practitioner if they'd take out her tonsils today. Not today, she said, but they will be looking into it. Poor BB has cuddly tonsils even when she's well-they cuddle so close to each other there's hardly a space between them. She snores and her breathing is sloppy because of them. So, once she's well, she goes back to the doctor to consider a tonsillectomy. I don't know how I feel about this-they are there for a reason...
In the meantime, I'm on a hot pursuit of how to build up our immune systems. Big families and germs mixing cause big trouble!
*In our little town, it's a normal summer activity to make the rounds to all the churches during their VBS. I've told you before we're in rural Texas, right?