Snip and Sniff
June 23, 2006. Friday.
Mommy and I cried at the Doctor’s clinic today. I had to undergo a procedure to remedy my tongue tie.
Dr. Duran, the E-N-T doctor, said a cut had to be made to the membrane under 
my tongue. You see, my tongue doesn’t extend correctly when I stick it out. It stops short right after it reaches my lips. She said my tongue had to be released a bit more for me to be able to enunciate properly.
As soon as Mommy heard the news, she cried. Poor Mommy!
Me, I didn’t know what was about to go down yet…
Dr. Buendia, my Pediatrician, volunteered to do the procedure with Dr. Duran so Mommy could sit it out. She said Mommy might faint, so she asked her to just wait in her clinic. Ate Marie was brave. She went with me to Dr. Duran’s clinic for the procedure. Ela was there, but she’s a scaredy cat like Mommy, so she stayed at Dr. Buendia’s clinic, too.
All was fine at first… I had no idea what all the hullabaloo was about… until the doctors wrapped a blanket tightly around me. Hey! I couldn’t move my arms! Hello! Can someone get this blanket off me?!
Then, Dr. Duran sprayed topical anesthesia onto the underside of my tongue. She said it’s so I won’t feel anything when she snipped the tissue. *Eeeewwwww!* It tasted awful!
Then, it was time.
Ate Marie was asked to hold my legs to stop me from squirming. Dr. Buendia held me by the head, and Dr. Duran set off to do what she had to. Ate Marie later on told Mommy, Daddy and Ela what a BIG pair of scissors Dr. Duran used. Good thing I didn’t see it, my eyes were glued shut from crying so loudly. The snipping was quick. Then, the cut was cauterized to prevent bleeding. But squirmy me caused a minor mishap. I was twisting so much, my inner lower lip got slightly burned by the cauterizing implement. *Ouchie!* It made me cry harder! *Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!*
Soon, Ela came into the room and off I went straight into her arms. I made sumbong what they did to me. Ela’s soothing voice calmed me down, and soon I was fast asleep, tired from the ordeal. Mommy was there in the room by then, discussing after-snip care with the doctors.
When I woke up, we were back home. My eyes were singkit—so were Mommy’s. We both cried lots that afternoon. But guess what? I’m a-ok! It really doesn’t hurt much. In fact, I resumed making dodo immediately. And why not? I would have gone hungry if I didn’t! Hehehe.
My tongue’s okay now. It’s not heart-shaped like it used to be (imagine, Ate Marie even found it cute that it’s heart-shaped, not knowing there was something wrong with it!).
Okay Ela, when’s our next speech lesson? I’m ready to enunciate properly now. =)
