Tuesday, September 4, 2012

The worry, the guilt.

N has a little issue that needs to be monitored by the hospital. Nothing major, we just need appointments every 6 months to "see how it gets on....".  Hospitals are horrible places, children's hospitals are just awful. It's heartbreaking seeing teeny tiny people with problems only  adults should have, they can't understand what's wrong with them and can't tell anyone what's wrong.
When there's anything wrong with your child the worry and guilt it can conjure up is unreal. I had a short cord which caused N to be stuck in one position and that caused the problem. So of course I feel guilty about that, guilty that I didn't happen to notice what every medical professional had already missed. The guilt is coupled with the worry, worrying that it will hinder his eating and speech development, it took us 2 days to get him to feed from a bottle, don't even ask about breastfeeding (that's a whole other post). It doesn't make it any better that no one can answer our questions, it's all a question of wait and see, so well just wait patiently with our fingers crossed.

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