Trauma

I am amazed at how the heart learns to love so fast and so swiftly - today Paul had a "check up" of sorts to get his immunization records ready for day care, update a couple of shots, etc. I had received the suggestion of a new doctor - which I was excited about meeting her, as our pediatrician retired.

Of course, many things happened that I was not expecting... first of all, Paul was considered "tongue tied" - uhm...what? Why wasn't this discovered when he was 8 days old instead of 8 months old? The options - preform a procedure on him today, or wait until he's three and put him under general anesthesia. Yuck. I'll take today - but with a heavy heart. I'm so sad that he has to suffer... Isn't that a great reminder that God didn't create us for Earth, he created us for the Garden - where there was no suffering. Thanks a lot Eve.

Then, while listening to Paul's lungs, the kind doctor informed me that he most likely had RSV. Sean and I have been sick and feeling like crap for almost a month, but I feel bad that I didn't even know how sick Paul was, even though there wasn't much (if anything) that would have been done for him. Shame on momma. Oh yes, there is also the horrible diaper rash - no explanation necessary, I'm sure. It was bad, so she prescribed him an ointment - that I might add cost $18. For the smallest little tube. Seriously. Why is medicine so expensive?

Paul is recovering well. He's not a big fan of the Dr, and I'm not a big fan of her prognosis that he will likely be sick for two years due to daycare.

Anyway. Long day, but this is just a complaining rant. Paul is preciously cute and he's been taking the whole day pretty well, considering very sharp scissors were taken to his tongue which is now untied.