My house has been through the wringer the last few weeks. At one point it smelled like disinfectant, Vicks vapor rub and, I hate to say it, vomit all at once.
And me? Big black bags under my eyes from nights up with a sick kid coughing so hard she throws up.
I think we’re over the hump. I’ve gotten sleep the last two nights - solid hours of sleep. I’m quite sure - after writing a story about it this week - that it all started with RSV.
Hopefully she’s close to being done with it (if not, the doc has an round of steroids planned).
Next week, my son goes in to get his tonsils and adenoids out. While normally a routine surgery, the fact that he suffers from sleep apnea means he gets to stay overnight at the hospital.
I wasn’t sure how to approach him about it. Two weeks ago we started talking. On Monday, he reminded me - “Mom, I need to go get my tonsils out.”
Ok, he knows about it for sure. He keeps asking if he’s getting a shot (probably, I said, knowing he may be an IV). That part he’s worried about. We looked at the hospital’s Web site to show him where he’ll stay.
Mommy and daddy will be there, I promised. And we have cool toys for you to play with when you’re done.
No one in my family has had this done, so I’m not sure what to expect. Everyone tells me, “Oh, I remember having ice cream for days. It was great.”
My son doesn’t like ice cream, nor anything sweet for that matter.
Sometimes I can get him to eat an ice pop, so that’s what I’m stocking up on this weekend.

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