Over Paranoid Mom

Today, while worrying for hours over one little sore that Alex has I realized I am an over paranoid mom. I worry about every single little thing, I research, I ask questions, and I pray. I pray it's always just some little thing, and yet I always worry that it's something bigger.

Today I finally sat back and wondered "Why do I do this? Why am I over paranoid this way, other than the normal being a parent type of worry?" I finally figured it out. Wanna know why I am this way? Or why any parent who's been through a serious scare with their child is this way?

This is why:





Thankfully, the tiny malnourished looking child in that last picture was looking like this a few short months later:



And now, he looks like this:




So you can see, spending 10 miserable days in the hospital while doctors poked, prodded, x-rayed and examined my son, only to have them scratch their heads and say "We're not sure" is enough to make any parent paranoid. Eventually we were told he had pyloric stenosis, and surgery was performed to fix the problem. But he still came home looking like a living skeleton, and though his physical scars healed quickly, my emotional ones are going to take considerably longer.