Smile Pretty...In French

We're heading back up to Stanford for another scope tomorrow.  

Our MOST FANTASTIC Otolaryngologistis will be taking another peek at Mr. Man's trachea and we're hoping for a gorgeous hole rather than an ugly crevasse.   Joining our MOST FANTASTIC Otolaryngologist in the operating room will be one of his colleagues from France.  Yep...France.  Bubs will be smiling pretty for two very important surgeons tomorrow.  I hope he is bilingual and can open wide in French.

We just got word that the procedure is not scheduled until 5:00 p.m. tomorrow evening.  

Nice.

Unlike Noah's previous scopes, we don't have to wake up at 2:00 in the morning.  We don't have to be on the road before 3:00 in the morning.  We don't have to be in the pre-OP room by 6:00 in the morning.  

Nice.  

Unfortunately that means that we won't be out of surgery until after 6:00 in the evening.  We won't be out of the recovery room until after 8:00 at night.  We won't be home until after 11:00 at night.

Seriously!

It's going to be one l. o. n. g. day tomorrow. 

And just because I hate to have a post without any pictures...here's my adorable Bubs