My Little Baby Boy

is three today! Oh, he makes me so proud. He said he didn't want to go to pre-school this morning, when I asked if it was because of the new toys, he said yes. Once I told him they'd be waiting for him when he got home, he agreed to go. He has so much fun there. He comes out beaming every time. Today was extra special because they made him a birthday crown, and sang Happy Birthday to him. I also sent cookies. When he came out of class, he was smiling ear to ear, and full of stories to tell me. But the first thing he did was say I love you mommy.

He was so well behaved today, and on Sunday at his party. No whining or crying about anything. He's getting so big. Last night I went in to pull his blanket up, and in his sleep he said "I love you so much mommy". And yesterday he said "thank you for my good party mommy." I just can't believe he's three. Old enough to spend time at preschool without me. OY.

Oh, and they have rootbeer ice cream at Whitespot, where we took him for his birthday dinner tonight. That's all I have to say.

Not even a sniff

or a snivel. Or a tear. Or a "Mommy please stay". Thursday was the first "real" day of preschool, and TJ didn't even flinch. We walked in the room and he ran off to play. I talked to the teacher for a few minutes, and then went to say goodbye. He said "okay mommy, bye bye" and then showed me the steamroller he'd found and sent me on my way. I guess I should be proud that I raised a confident self-assured child. I just felt shafted. For a few minutes. It was worth the ear to ear smile I received when I picked him up! He had such a great time, this is going to be soooo good for him. I can't believe he turns 3 in a matter of days . . .

So . . .

She's probably got what DS had. Which was a mild form of Hydrocephalus (sp?). Doc gave me a huge list of symptoms to look for over the weekend. Temp over 38. More swollen fontanel. Wimpering instead of crying. Miserable baby. Skin rash that looks like a purple bruise. Neck stiffness (tickle her tummy, and if she doesn't try to lift her head her neck is stiff). All signs of meningitis. He thinks it's the other. He wants to see her next week.

And the cycle starts all over again. Why I thought I might actually have a healthy child this time is beyond me.

A watched pot never boils . . .

Man I hate fear. Anxiety. Gives me a very upset tummy. As if my tummy needs any help with that. I'm sitting here waiting, for about an hour now, for my doctor to call me back and tell me whether I should come into his office or go to the hospital. DD's fontanel is swollen. We went through this nightmare with DS. I don't understand why he's taking so long to get back to me. I called twice and his receptionist said he was going to call. I told her I was totally anxious and needed to know what to do. The not knowing part is the killer. In the back of my mind I'm wondering if he called the neurosurgeon at Children's to see what he wants me to do. Just a thought. If not I'm gonna give him heck for leaving me hanging for so long!