I was imagining a beautiful summer day where the wind would roll down the grassy plains and the sun would warm the skin on my face. I was imagining a beautiful meadow dotted with wild flowers where multiple scents combined lightly and effortlessly. I was imagining a time of peace and tranquility where my thoughts were allowed to bloom…..

And then came the shriek. Oh my God, my little one must have finally escaped his crib and broken his neck. I could hear his cries as I raced up the stairs, my stress levels skyrocketing and my guilt factor rising rapidly.

“What’s wrong?”

“I pooped,” he said.

“You scared me!” I said as I hugged him and scanned the area for blood.

Whew, I sighed. Thank goodness he just needed a diaper change. I mean HE REALLY needed a diaper change. The gluten free sesame bar that he had devoured the night before did not get digested. Oh well, at least it wasn’t the big D. At least he wasn’t in pain. As soon as he was cleaned up, he rolled over and snuggled into his blanket. Hmmm. All is right with the world.



We see the specialist again tomorrow. Forgive me, I can’t remember what I have or have not shared previously, but to make a long story very short – the doctors are missing something. Let’s cross our fingers and hope that SOMEBODY can explain to me why his body is having such trouble functioning (stomach cramps, constipation, gas, the big D and hives – not to mention his weak immune system and his affinity for short term illness.) Ok, that’s another topic another day.

Take care everyone.