Monday, May 17, 2010


Doing a bit better this afternoon, after a trip to the doctor, a new toy and a dose of store-brand acetaminophen (forgot that Tylonel had been recalled til Doug went to two stores and they were both out--d'oh). Not sure what the problem is. Got a negative strep test at the doc's office and some "Give him some pain meds and see what happens in the next 24 hours" advice.

I realized that subconsciously his week in the hospital still haunts dark corners of my brain. When I noticed the swelling, for just a second--maybe less than a second--I had a fleeting moment of panic. Hospital beds and lumbar punctures and IVs and motionless little toddler arms flashed through my mind. It was irrational. It was brief. But there it was.

1 comment:

Callie said...

I don't think it is irrational at all! There is nothing that makes you feel more helpless than not being able to help your child when he/she is suffering! It makes you a good mom to have those "irrational" thoughts. I hope your little guy is feeling better soon.