This mom thing is NOT for wimps! I'm sitting here keeping an eye on my son, who has just taken his first dose of an antibiotic that comes with a long list of warnings. You may be wondering why any sane woman would allow her child to ingest such a substance?! Well, we have done all the tests and have a diagnosis of chronic sinusitis. This may be caused by three things: virus, allergy and bacteria. Since we know he has allergies, we want to assume that it's just allergy related. But the doctor has told us--NO--we must cover our bases.
Now, if you know me at all, you know that I don't trust doctors at first. They earn my trust. Right now we are in a new place where I'm still getting to know these doctors. So, no...not a lot of trust on my part. Did I mention I used to work with doctors? Yep! This is not an unfounded trust issue thing---believe me.
I'm sitting here waiting the appropriate 30 minutes to make sure there aren't any huge, anaphylactic reactions, knowing full well that something like that can actually take up to 2 hours. But the first 30 minutes are crucial. So here I wait-- with my egg timer clicking away the minutes. Writing is good therapy too. As is calling upstairs to my son every three minutes, "Are you ok?"
Men age gracefully. It's true. But the worry we moms go through (the list is too extensive...) from the birth of our children until... Until? Until when? Will we ever stop worrying, even when they're grown and married and have children of their own? No, I guess not. Wait, I lost my train of thought. I was saying something about aging. Maybe it was about forgetfulness? No I'm sure it was about aging. I'm sure it had something to do with the necessary dying of hair, and use of wrinkle creams. Worry causes aging, you know. (Where DID I put those dentures again??)
The egg timer just went off, and my son has not developed a third eye or lost an appendage. Life is good. Until the next time.
Man I'm such a wimp! No, wait...