It’s about 1am and I just said goodnight to my youngest (and favorite-est) child on his first birthday. Then I got in my car and drove home. He had been admitted into CHOC hospital and my hubby is staying with him through the night (Preggos don’t sleep well, even in their warm cozy beds at home).
I took Cy into the doctor because he had a nickel sized sore on the inside of his lip (it was gross) and I wanted to get it checked out. He has had small sores come and go before – when he was sick or teething so I wasn’t too worried. He didn’t have a fever or lack of appetite and was acting just as
sweet perfect as ever. After looking Cy over the doctor made me feel dumb because I hadn’t brought Cy in for his sores earlier.
Flash back to 2007ish when I brought Eli in 3 times for the sores in his mouth and the doctor made me feel dumb because he had no fever or lack of appetite and was acting normal.
All I’m saying ‘doctors of the world’ is don’t make moms feel like horrible parents. It’s super lame.
Anyway, today, on Cy’s 1st birthday, I’ll be meeting with the Infectious Disease Doctor. And if he/she makes me feel like a horrible mom I may just give them the ole’ one/two! OK, I probably won’t punch a doctor… but I will give a super dirty look and post embarrassing photos of them on twitter.
We would covet your you prayers and well wishes. Every sweet comment on instagram (@elislids follow me so I can follow you, I’m addicted) and twitter have brought a smile to my heart. REALLY!
HUGE possibility the tests will come back saying something simple like he “needs more zinc in his diet.” But we did get the whole “we aren’t going to worry you with the what-ifs until after the test results” speech. Which causes a mom’s mind to wander to icky places.