Round two of tubes went quite well. Miller read a little of Carl Goes to the Park and removed her allergy alert ankle bands while waiting for the anesthesiologist to come (she doesn't like being defined by labels). She took her goofy juice like a good girl and quickly became the fun little party girl we all love. The nurses came to get me when it was over with and said she had yet to shed one tear- she just woke up and picked her arms up for someone to come hold her! She has done great all afternoon, too. She had one little throw up spell on the way home, but as soon as we got here I couldn't stop her from running around and chattering about everything. She then took a three hour nap this afternoon and went to hang out at Pat Pat's for dinner while I went to Bible Study (and obviously enjoyed her daddy's dessert as is evident by the picture). This is a far cry from how she was doing post op last time and hopefully it will stay this way. Dr. Lee did save the old tube for me to look at("in case I thought he was crazy"). It was completely clogged with crud and was, as diagnosed, "unsalvagable". Thankfully it's gone and new ones are in place. Onward & upward . . .
Thank you, Pat Pat, for hanging out with me in the waiting room. It was nice to have some company.