Three days to go to the EUA and with the exception of the odd trip to the dry cleaner and the supermarket, Aaron and I are pretty much quarantined (Adam still has to go to work). We were planning to go to the Bach to Baby Christmas concert this morning but in the end, Aaron's a bit raspy and all of our baby friends have been sick so I don't think it's wise for me to take him out because let's face it, these outings are mostly for me rather than him! (Aaron does like music though - I really did think he'd enjoy the concert!)
Sitting in the house all week (during weather that BBC Breakfast described as 'dull and murky'!!!) is straight up grim but we have not come all this way from the 360 degree trabeculotomy to have our EUA cancelled due to illness! In addition to feeling a bit stir, I'm also trying not to think about Friday - the fasting, the logistics, how to entertain Aaron once he realises he's starving and not going to get fed and of course most of all, what the results will tell us.
It's all been positive so far, touch wood. We stopped the twice daily Pilocarpine drops on Friday and I keep watching for some drastic change in Aaron's eyes, for the symptoms of the congenital glaucoma to reappear, but as of yet he seems ok. So once again we wait. We go for short walks. We sing songs. We speak to people over FaceTime. And we greet Adam at the door at night like overexcited (albeit slightly moody) dogs. Hopefully poor Aaron doesn't go mad having only mummy for entertainment all day :) :)
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