It's been one of those weeks. The kids' pediatrician seems to have a special talent for making us completely panic. She's very nice about it and we appreciate her utter lack of ego. I like her "better safe than sorry" attitude but sometimes I really don't want to hear things like "your infant son might have a hole in his heart."
So that is where we are now. During Max's 4 month checkup, his doctor detected a significant murmur that just wasn't heard in any of his previous checks. That raised some alarm bells and off we went to the Children's Hospital that poor Tyler has become so familiar with since his kidney saga began. We just got home. Max was a trooper during his echo test (ultrasound of his heart). Now we'll just cross our fingers and pray frantically that our sweet baby won't need open heart surgery.
Poor Max is also scheduled for a sonogram of his hips with a pediatric orthopedist. Something about "clicking" and the possibility of chronic dislocations. I don't know if THAT problem could lead to surgery, but it might at least end in some sort of brace. Let's hope not.
I've heard some parents lament about the chronic worry that having kids seems to generate. And it never goes away. We will be worried about our kids until our dying days (and probably on into the next world too). It would be nice to go at least 3 months in a relatively worry-free state. I don't see that happening any time soon.
So, yes. I asked John to stop at Dunkin Donuts on the way home. Eating junk isn't the healthiest way to relieve stress, but after munching on an apple filled cinnamon and spice donut, I feel a lot better. I honestly wonder why ALL mother's aren't as heavy as I am. Then I remember that some moms use (eeesh) exercise to relieve stress. I just can't see how that works.