I’ve been awake since 3 and can’t sleep. DS(4) is having surgery today. Just a routine tonsillectomy, adenoidectomy, and grommets. I’m not even that worried about the surgery itself, it’s just the anticipation!
I’m worrying about how we’ll even get him in! He’s a very anxious child (likely ASD) and there are going to be so many hurdles this morning just to get him there. Getting him out the door, his fear of heights (lovely hospital building is all glass and views etc.), getting him to co-operate enough that he can be anaesthetised… I honestly don’t know how we’re going to do it.
And there’s so much riding on this. He’s been so unwell for so long. He wakes up coughing and vomiting all night. He’s got terrible sleep apnoea. He has such low energy. He has faltering growth and an eating disorder (which whilst it’s own issue is definitely not helped by not being able to breathe when he swallows). I have so many hopes pinned on this making him a happier, healthier little boy and I can’t bear it.