Getting Back to Normal

Miss M is recovering nicely, it's just like they said - "By tomorrow morning, you won't even know she ever had anesthesia." Except she woke up with a nasty cough.

I, on the other hand, am taking longer to recover. I totally understand now how tempting it is to spoil a child with health problems. Even though she's fine and back to her normal dancing, accompanied with her very loud, "da da dah DA DAHH da da!" I still find myself thinking about her coming out of the anesthesia, and fighting the urge to baby her and spoil her. If I'd had the means, I probably would have bought her a ton of candy, more stuffed animals, a dollhouse and her own cell phone by now. And she probably has no memory of the whole thing - the "giggle juice" they gave her is supposed to have an amnesia effect.

This morning she asked me how eyelashes get on your eyes and I told her "they just grow there." She had a banana for breakfast and saw those stringy things that bananas get and was pulling them off, and she asked "how did these get here?" I said, "they just grew there." So she asked, "Are they eyelashes?"