Perspective

I was feeling a little sorry for myself as I sat down at my computer this evening. A little tired from a long, cranky weekend which began with a well visit to the pediatrician and immunizations. Ugh. The visit went mostly well. The baby, who isn't such a baby at 23.2 lbs and 30 inches but will always be my baby, is healthy and "precocious", according to the doc. My head swelled and I silently patted myself on the back for raising such a wonderful child who reached for the doctor and blew kisses to the nurse. Yes, that is my child.

The doctor, during his full body exam, pointed something out to us but said not to worry. Yet. There was no cause for alarm. Yet. In the headiness of the back patting and overall love fest that was the doctor visit and then the dreaded and horrid and godawful shots which shot my weekend to hell and back, I didn't focus on the yets.

That came later. And, now, I have thought about those yets. And they are scaring the bejesus out of me. So, I was feeling pretty low when I sat down tonight. Indeed.

Then I went to MamaGeek's place, as always, and saw this. Then here and here. Hmmn. Perhaps the thing I am worried about isn't such an immediate worry after all. 'Cause WhyMommy is having something happen tomorrow that is a big deal now. You see, yet is now for her. So, go send this momma some bloggy love. She really needs it.