Diagnosis: Not Good

Sorry for the absence lately. We've been dealing with something for the last few weeks that we finally got to the answers to today.

M has been in a lot of pain off and on during the last three weeks. We've thought it was anything from a peanut intolerance to constipation.

In the last week, though, our thoughts turned towards something intestinal, and this afternoon, our suspicions were confirmed.

Poor M has a hernia.

We knew this was a possibility, since he was born with a hydrocele; but, from what I've read, most babies who get hernias get them before their first birthday.

M is 15 months old.

Of course, we have no idea how long he's had this. It hasn't seemed to have bothered him (at least not that we've known) until recently.

So, now we're just waiting to hear back from the doctor. He's calling around trying to find us a pediatric surgeon who can get M in as quickly as possible.

My baby has to have surgery!!!

I haven't freaked out about this yet. I probably won't until everything is scheduled and in place and I'm actually in the hospital with him.

At least, I hope I won't until then.

Because, seriously? My baby has to have surgery, and it makes me want to cry.

Blueberry Trauma

Last Thursday, M was sick.

On Saturday, during nap time, C threw up. Blueberries. On her pretty butterfly sheets.

We weren't convinced she was actually sick, but we still watched her very closely, just in case.

She wasn't.

However, throwing up blueberries was obviously traumatic enough that this morning when I gave her blueberries for breakfast, she took one look at them, her eyes welled up, she looked at me and said in a quavering voice, "But I don't want to throw up blueberries!"

Such a sweetheart!

I quickly, and calmly, assured she that she wouldn't throw up blueberries again.

And she hasn't.

Yet.