Tongue-tied no more

It was shortly after Preston was born that our in-house lactation consultant, Grandma E, noticed he had a condition formally known as anklyoglossia, more commonly known as tongue-tie. Fortunately, it didn't seem to interfere with breastfeeding, so we've just been keeping an eye on it. Our pediatrician was optimistic that with the introduction of foods, Preston's frenulum might stretch itself out, however, that never happened. In fact, his tongue movement was so restricted that our in-house pediatrician, Uncle Mike, suggested we take care of it soon or risk possible speech impediment and years of speech therapy. Not that there's anything wrong with lisping, but seeing as Preston's already got the cards stacked against him in terms of a potentially freakishly large stature, it would just be cruel to sentence him to a lifetime of poor annunciation, too. So, on Tuesday, our friendly pediatric ENT doc, Dr. Wanamaker, performed a frenulectomy on Preston. I actually wasn't very concerned about the procedure at all leading up to it, but I apparently discounted the incredibly unnerving experience of watching your child stop breathing and go limp on an operating room table, and the leap of faith it takes to trust that he would be properly ventilated in my absence. Fortunately, I cannot say enough good things about all the Crouse staff who took care of Preston, and me, that day. The procedure was over in about 5 minutes, and within 15 minutes we were reunited in the recovery room with one very terrified baby. We were discharged shortly after, and Preston spent the rest of the day relatively mute, occasionally drooling, and trying to figure out what the hell had happened inside his mouth. It may just be my imagination, but I swear he is already making more sounds and annunciating his few words better than before.
The night before his surgery I tried to document his tongue-tie for posterity, and tonight I made a few attempts to capture his newly-freed tongue on camera:
Pre-surgery:

Post-surgery: