21 months. Had his tonsils and adenoids out on Thursday. We're home and he's doing well. DS1 is at his dad's for a few days.
Now we've got past the op I think it's starting to hit me. All the other kids had 2 parents with them. This meant they could take it in turns to have a break/get something to eat. And of course they were there to support each other. Apart from when a nurse kindly offered to look after DS while I quickly grabbed some lunch and when he was having his op I didn't get a break at all. And as we weren't at a local hospital no friends were able to visit.
I just feel so sad. DS's dad died last year. He should've been there but instead it was just me. And it's got me thinking...when he took his first step, said his first word, as well as excitement there was also a bit of sadness that his dad was missing it. Will it be like that for every big (and little) thing? Forever? 