My 2 year old had her tonsils and adenoids removed on the 30th April after 2 years and eight months of me being up in the night with her every night for up to 4 hours at a time. Not that j didn’t want her to have it but I was afraid of exactly this. Nothing has changed. That was my out and it wasn’t an out. And honestly I am putting on a brave face and covering it up with humour but now I’m used up my last hope as we head towards three years without a full nights sleep I don’t know how not to just break.
I was trying not to lose hope and tell myself BS about the recovery phase but honestly we’re getting very close to 2 weeks now and she’s otherwise fine.
I am honestly scared for myself. They’re no ‘village’, just me at breaking point. Somehow ive been getting through every day but the hope of the surgery and everyone saying it would help was part of that I’m not sure I can keep covering it up with distractions, sugar and coffee. I feel like one day I could do something serious because there’s no hope left and I don’t know what would happen to my daughter then. I just feel really hopeless.