Little Becca Boo

Well, we knew the time would come and we actually wanted it to be around when we had the baby, but now that it is I am not so sure. Becca is getting her tonsils out. This little girl has the BIGGEST tonsils ever. When she is not sick they touch her uvula. She also sounds sick all the time (and often is found with a snooker nose). When she is sick you can't see into the back of her throat and she literally sounds like darth vadar when she sleeps. In fact, earlier in January my parents were watching her over night and called scared to death because of her breathing. She has sleep apnea because of the tonsils so not only does she sound horrible, she stops breathing and then gasps for breath and goes back to sleep. It is pretty scary. My mom was so scared that half the night she slept with Becca to make sure she was okay!!!
So, we knew she would have to get them out this year. We decided to take her into an ENT to just make sure and yesterday we got the news that "yes" she needs her tonsils out and we had better do it sooner than later. So, we made the decision that it would be easier for me to take care of her BEFORE I have the baby rather than later. So, on Tuesday, May 4th (yes, less than 2 weeks away) my sweet little girl undergoes surgery. The doctor and the nurse yesterday, that is when I took her and Ashlyn in for a consult, warned me that they have had a couple of moms go into labor when their kids got their tonsils out. One had the baby the night before and the other was in labor so the husband kept going between post-op with his child and labor and delivery with his wife. I will be 37 1/2 weeks pregnant so I guess it is a possibility. But, seeing I have NEVER gone into labor on my own it won't happen so I really am not worried. The funny thing is at the Dr's office I was saying "Bring it on!! I would love to have the baby then." However, last night as I was thinking about what it would really be like I decided emphatically that I DO NOT want that to happen. Becca will need her mommy and I will want to be with her.
So now, we prep Becca and my home and wait for May 4th. Fortunately, I did get good sleep last night. I was really worried. The night before that I hadn't slept well as I worried about the baby (he was fine, I just do that from time to time). Last night before bed I was A MESS!!! I have now gone through this tonsillectomy thing twice before this with Ryan and Makayla and each time I freak out. The funny thing is I am not worried about the actual surgery or the tough recovery (although, it really wasn't too bad with the other two). It is the whole anesthesia thing that sets me over the edge. I am literally placing the life of my child in the hands of very well trained doctors. However, it just scares me to death. I know she will be fine. I feel it deep down. I just am human and at times let my extremely active imagination run away with itself with the "what if''s". Last night I told Brad, "I will now have a two weeks of really working on my mind control (which I need to master)." Today I have been so much better. It usually is the nights when the bad thoughts dwell and fester. So, I just need to read a good book or watch a good movie to not let my mind wander. Heaven help me the night of the 3rd and during the surgery. Then I am good. Like I said, I have done this two other times and my reaction is always the same. But, because I have such an incredible husband and the companionship of the Holy ghost, I get through it and I know I will this time.
So, now the time has come to really get my behind in gear and finish my "to do list before the baby comes". I now have until May 4th because once we bring Becca home from the hospital (she will most likely have to stay over night although we are praying not) then it will be like taking care of a newborn for a week or so. Then my little guy will be here as well. So, I shall be a Franklin Planner and schedule my time well to make everything happen. Fortunately, I have been so blessed to have so much help with friends and family that I am not worried.