I'm NOT Tongue Tied Anymore!

From Nathan...

Monday afternoon, mommy and grandmother took me to the Children's Hospital in Oakland to meet with Dr. Wesman who is a pediatric ENT. I'm not sure what ENT stands for but I trust that mommy does. We sat in the waiting room and mommy fed me from a bottle. I overheard her telling grandmother that she wasn't sure if I'd be able to eat ok after the procedure because I may be very sore. I became scared because not only did I not have the slightest idea what ENT meant but now I may be very sore and not be able to eat!! Oh no! What was mommy doing to me. I decided to play it cool. I am a boy after all. So... Dr. Wesman came out of the room and the first thing I thought was OH NO! I have to stop eating now. My favorite past time has come to an end. Mommy picked me up and all 3 of us walked into his office. I entered a big exam room with bright flourescent lights and a big blue chair. Mommy was instructed to sit in that blue chair with me and grandmother sat across the room. She kept an eye on my lay z boy recliner, otherwise known as my car seat. Dr. Wesman approached me and mommy with a giant silly silver disc looking thing over his eye attached to a head band. He opened my mouth and pressed my tongue up with a wooden stick thingy. I was SO confused but again, trusted my mommy as she held me. I heard the doctor say yep, he's got a tongue tie. Then he pulls out this stick and explained that I would get a topical anasthetic that would taste like banana. Hmmmm, what in the world is that! I know what milk is but banana? So he stuck the stick under my tongue and rubbed around with this banana stuff. I did not like him being so intrusive. People should only have access to my tongue when it involves food. Anyway... suddenly I lost feeling in my mouth and it was a little euphoric. Next thing I know, the doctor is telling my mommy that his assistant will be coming in to stabilize my head! Oh no! I hate being still. Part of being little ole me is that I can move around a lot and nobody cares. So... in walks this 6 foot tall women who smells like she fell into a vat of coffee. She puts her hands on both sides of my head to keep it still. Meanwhile, mommy had to hold my arms and legs steady and still by my side. The doctor said that although this procedure was quick it needed precision. Still... I trusted my mommy. The last thing I saw before everything went weird was the doctor coming at me with his shiny silver disc thingy over his eye and a sharp pair of tiny scissors. Then clip. My mommy was tearing up because I think she was scared I would be in a lot of pain. But... I wasn't! All I wanted now was to eat. The doctor left and said to wait 10 minutes in order to make sure there wasn't blood or any problems. Thank goodness that was over. I still don't know what all the fuss was about. On our way out, my mommy paid and I had to endure another person telling me that I did not look like a 7 week old baby... that I was big. Geez... I have the rest of my life to be told I'm chubby. Can't I at least enjoy being a chubby baby? So... off to eating again! Finally, mommy let me finish my bottle as we waited our 10 minutes. After that, we left the hospital and went on our merry way. I caught wind of my mommy telling grandmother that she hopes I will nurse easier now. Oh boy... you mean I actually have to work for my food??

Kisses and coos,
Nathan