Today, pain was intentionally inflicted on my sweet baby.
It made him cry…
which made me cry.
See, Riker was born a little bit tongue-tied.
What does that mean, you ask?
It means his frenulum
(that’s the fancy word for that stringy thing holding your tongue to the bottom of your mouth)
was too far forward, so he couldn’t stick out his little tongue.
This could affect his eating
(but since he’s gained all sorts of weight, it obviously isn’t)
and it could affect his speech
(he could end up sounding like Wodney Wat).
We decided to fix this problem while he was little so he won’t remember it and hate me for it.
So today I took Riker to see an ENT and have his frenulum cut.
Aw, look at that chubby little face and the adorable fat rolls on his arm!
He was all sorts of happy before the doc came in.
He had no idea what we were about to do to him.
The whole procedure was over within minutes.
Riker turned tomato red and screamed bloody murder for about five minutes
(and I cried with him!)
but once I was able to comfort him and give him his pacifier, he calmed right down.
For a while, he seemed unsure what to do with his tongue.
Now that he can move it so much more, he didn’t know what to do!
But he is doing great and seems to have already forgotten about the trauma he suffered today.
I’ve recovered nicely, too.