Evan had his third set of ear tubes placed last week, as well as an adenoidectomy. I think I must have been focused on Evan or mentally blocked the part where they told us in advance they'd have to intubate him and give him an IV. Poor little guy, the tube was the worst part. It irritated his throat and he refused to eat or drink until that evening. He's now back to his normal, happy-go-lucky, pop-song-singing self. But this was what my puny little bunny looked like that day. No one call the paci police on us. You'd have done it too if you'd seen how pitiful he was that day.