Cold, Cold, Go Away...

My usually independent, upbeat and energetic twenty month old was lethargic, weepy and clinging onto his "mommy" all morning. His eyes were slightly droopy and all he wanted to do was cuddle. Immediately, I could sense something was wrong. I picked him up and let him wrap his arms around my neck while I tried to soothe and calm this sad little being. My first thought: I'm going to have to take him to the doctor.... he probably has an ear infection (darn those pesky infections!) and of course, there is no way to get rid of it unless I got the oh-so-necessary script. But really? Both of my boys? Now? ...to the doctor?

All by myself?!

First of all Cj has seen too many medical buildings and healthcare personnel for this reason or that, and to no fault of his own, is probably scarred for life (as am I). But it's one thing just to take him in alone. Now I would have to take his new little brother along with me, and of course that trip was inevitable one of these days, but really, today? After he has only been to the doctor twice himself?  So what if our grocery run went wonderfully two days ago? There's no reason for another trip so soon.

But as I watched him sink miserably into the couch while mindlessly staring at was showing on the TV, I knew he had to go in. I made the call.

And then a miracle happened. My tall, dark and oh-so-wonderfully-handsome husband called right after I hung up the phone with the doctor, and after hearing the news, decided to meet us there.


Okay people, yes, its the small things in life that make a difference to me. So it may not have meant much to you, but that little act meant so much to me right then and there. 

Thank you God (and Jus)! At the end of the appointment we found out that all he has (that's what the doctor said) is a cold. But that's fine for now. Jus and I are certain we'll be back in two days as the congestion makes his way into his ears and results in the ever impending ear infection we are expecting. But either way, I was reminded that these new experiences can actually be manageable and not anxiety-ridden (i.e. the grocery shopping trip earlier this week) and well really, I'm just in Good Hands.