It's so true. Looking back at my recent posts (sometimes they are the best way to jog my memory of exactly what's been going on in my life), I can see the Ryan wasn't as symptom free as I first claimed. He probably wasn't hearing very well, but not because he couldn't hear but because he had an ear infection.
It's so easy to look back and see what I missed the first time around. I just wish I could have seen it then, rather than realizing what I missed. After I saw his rash, I did take his temperature, he never had a fever. He never lost his appetite, well, he did get a little fussy at meals, but he still ate. Maybe it's inexperience that creates these situations, I don't know. Having two babies right in a row, you'd think I would be a baby expert. But no, apparently I am still only human.
And then I think I did take him to the doctor. This always keeps popping up. Why did I do it? Was it intuition? Maybe. Even as I was calling the pediatrician to make the appointment, I wasn't convinced he was sick at all, but something made me call. Something made me watch the clock, waiting for the magic time of 8 a.m. when the doctor's office opens for business so I could bring my baby in and be reassured by a professional that Ryan was, indeed, completely healthy.
I know, I know, it's only an ear infection and hand, foot and mouth disease is extremely common in children, especially for this time of year, but what happens when it's more than a simple childhood illness? I hope I never have to find out.
Now for something completely different (wink, wink, nudge, nudge), Sometimes I don't get everything done I need to have done by the time daycare closes, so I have to bring the kids back to work with me so I can finish. The kids are usually good and my coworkers seem to enjoy the distraction. Since this was probably Sophia's 100th visit to work, she was greeted warmly and broke out of her little shell after about two minutes of bashfulness, at which point she climbed into a chair and got to work …