There’s nothing like the fear of something happening to your child that brings focus to your life. Abby goes in for surgery tomorrow to have her adnoids removed.
She’s had long-term issues with allergies. Not just the regular tree pollen, mold, dust mites and the like. She’s also got food allergies: peanuts and eggs (both life-threatening), beef, pork and lamb.
Of late, she’s been particularly bothered by the regular stuff. She now receives allergy injections (I started when I was about her age, too). She’s on several medications. Her ENT recommended that we watch her sleep at night to see if she’s having sleep apnia.
But tomorrow’s particularly troubling for me. And I can’t show the fear.
Whenever Abby thinks about tomorrow, she sinks into my arms and lays her head against my chest. So we try to do stuff to take her mind off it.
The wildest things race through my head. But I keep telling myself it’s just the adnoids; it’s just a 30-minute procedure.
Then I look at her beautiful face and pray that nothing happens.