Now that the kidney stones are over and the Aluminum is at its lowest (26 when we went to Boston, 54 when he had stones, and 16 as of last week- Boston prefers it to be under 10), we will watchfully wait. While mothers of typically developing babies are savoring these infant months, and this is not to say that I don't love my infant, I cannot wait for him to get bigger and less fragile. I'll be in white-knuckle mode for the next 2 years. Probably not a sustainable frame of mind. Talk me out of it. No, seriously. This is not a place I like being.
Although squeezing his big cheeks, that I can handle.
1 comment:
holy #%*%! that is a cute picture. Wish I could talk you out of the nerves that his care must bring; from the outside it seems like the worst is past, but it's really because of yours and Peps strength and attention.
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