Jack is sick. And no, not sick in the Oh My God we must get to the hospital kind of way. But sick in that he has a stuffy nose and needs saline drops at every feeding and occasionally the nasty suction bulb actually gets some white colored snot out. I know that all this snot could be totally normal but that hasn’t stopped me from calling the pediatrician for the second time in 3 days.
Last night I watched Jack sleep, pretty much all night, just to make sure he was okay. I took a break after having a small fit of hysterics and Arch took care of him in the early morning.
Now I am starting to have anxiety about being too anxious. I don’t want to be one of those worrywart mothers. I mean, I am looking forward to the day he goes tear-assing down a black diamond (I’ll rue these words, right?) But the thing is, he did have a very unusual start in life, so where’s the line? When do I get to stop worrying?