Having a heart baby has turned me into an over-the-top paranoid Mom. At least, that’s how I feel. A simple cold? To the pediatrician. Stopped sleeping for several days? To the pediatrician. Extra fussy? To the pediatrician. Every little thing could techinically be another symptom of his heart, and it terrifies me. Therefore, I should be earning some frequent flyer miles for all these trips to the pedi.

The last visit to the pedi was for excess fussiness and not sleeping at night a short time after E received his new band. And, in my defense, the clinician at the cranial place suggested I contact the pediatrician to make sure it wasn’t an ear infection. I doubt the pedi believed me when I relayed that bit to him since E was becoming a regular patient. Anyway, after getting checked out and all clear, he suggested a prescription for ME.

Ear plugs and a glass of wine.

I think I can handle that one.