Over with

Day 91.

Noah had some important doctor's appointments today and I took him into Children's Memorial early this morning while my sister watched Dylan. It was a stressful morning of lots of crying and looks of "Why are you letting them do this to me mommy!" He's at a terribly difficult age for this. He's old enough to know what's going on and voice his discomfort and dislike for what's happening. But, he's too old for plain old distraction ("hey kid, look at this Baby Einstein DVD") and too young to really reason with him and explain why we have to do this, thereby making it easier to bear.

I am grateful the procedures (for today) are over.

Every step we take with Noah's health, it feels like we're working with some sort of dry erase board timeline. Like, OK, we've checked this off, but who knows what we'll have to write in next, so keep your eraser and marker handy. Sometimes I hate that uncertainty of what is coming next. Other times, it's a blessing in disguise, and it's easier to just focus on now.