So my baby’s been sick.

I’m one of those people who, in times of crisis, prefer to remain stoic and unemotional.  Ask our labor and delivery nurse, who kept urging me to scream or grunt or do something, because my silence was freaking her out.  And I know, logically, in my head, that going nuts and becoming highly emotional doesn’t fix anything.  It just ups the anxious ante.

However, I’ve learned that when my baby is sick, all of the logic and rationale that I know and love fly out the freakin’ window.  I seem to think that my child will not fully recover unless I’m in his presence.  Like I have some sixth Spidey Sense that will cure the child.

In other news, thanks to Moxie for this article, thanks to Zoot for the new design (ain’t it fancy?), and thanks to my in-laws for forcing me to take a nap this weekend.  Turns out I needed the sleep.