"So I have bad news..." My husband told me over the phone on Monday after my sons Ears, Nose, and Throat appointment. 

"What is it?" I asked.

"Amari needs to get surgery..."

"What?" 

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My son's scared. I don't blame him for being scared though. The last time he had surgery was when he was eight months old. He doesn't remember it, but he will remember getting his tonsils out this time around. 

Trev told him that he gets to eat all the ice cream and Popsicles he wants along with other cold foods. He was excited about the ice cream part but deep down I could see the fear in his eyes. He kept on asking lots of questions and of course those questions carried on all week long.

His surgery has been scheduled for April 12th, a week after spring break. He will miss a week from school which I don't like one bit. I am hoping we can get his schoolwork sent home so he doesn't get behind academically. I am praying that everything goes smoothly and that his recovery is quick, easy, and as painless as possible. Amari doesn't tolerate pain well. 

I am a lot more nervous than the whole school bus riding ordeal. When he had his first surgery as a baby I was a hot mess! I didn't sleep much the night before and worried throughout his four hour surgery. I hope this time it won't be so bad. I have no idea what to expect. 

I feel like I am I overreacting over this. Is it as bad as I am thinking it could be? Someone please ease my anxiety and fears and just tell me that everything is going to be okay. I naturally am a worrier and of course I am worrying a whole three weeks until the actual event. It's silly, I know, but I wouldn't be much of a mom if I didn't worry about my children. I will worry about all three of them for the rest of my life. The thought of one of my babies being in pain or being scared of something like surgery causes me great anxiety. For now, I will pray, pray, and keep on praying and do my best as a mother to help ease the fears that my son has about getting his tonsils and adenoids out. It's really the only thing that I can do in the end. 

Mom Confessions: Bye Bye Tonsils