How Do You Unblock A Tear Duct 🎁

But I wasn’t fighting the duct anymore. I was fighting the silence of her first cry. The helplessness of watching a nurse wipe away a crust that should have been a tear. I was fighting the idea that my body had built her wrong, had handed her a flaw in her very first plumbing.

The specialist’s voice on the phone was grave. “We need to schedule the balloon dilation. Under general anesthesia.”

The balloon procedure was scheduled for a Tuesday. On the Sunday before, something shifted.

He didn’t describe the sound. The tiny, wet pop of an infant’s anatomy yielding to steel.