Our two older boys used to snore. I don't mean cute "little kid snore," I mean when we would check on them at night it sounded like a truck stop - kind of snore. A couple of years ago at their dentist appointment it was discovered that they both had huge tonsils. We were referred to a specialist and it was confirmed that in fact, they had monster tonsils that needed to come out. Now - I'm a big fan of keeping all of your body parts so I was a little more than apprehensive about this. We were told that they would sleep better not only now, but as adults - while possibly preventing them from dealing with sleep apnea or other problems. The surgery was set, both boys had their tonsils taken out on the same day, then came home to recover side by side, bowls of ice cream in hand. The craziest part about it was when we checked on them at night, you could hear a pin drop. We had to put our noses up to theirs to make sure they were still breathing. Total silence. It's been that way every night for the past couple of years until we heard the "bear cave" return. I shot my husband a "That's impossible" look as we searched for the source. It wasn't coming from our oldest son, or our second but sure enough - our third. Right there as loud as a buzz saw was our sweet little boy, snoring like a sailor. I guess we'll have to see what the dentist says at his next check-up and hope for the best. For now, it looks like we have a third little snoring bear in our house. We can't help but wonder if our baby girl will turn out to be a "Goldilocks" or bear number four.
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