Little man is just now starting to tell me more about his day in preschool. I try to ask him about who he played with and what they did together and usually I get the stories about who hit him and got in trouble, Who didn't him let him in their tea party or why there were ants in the bathroom that he didn't like. Strange little duck, that one!
My biggest concern with him is making sure that there is an AED in each school that he attends. He was born with a congenital heart defect and we go regularly to the cardiologist who has cleared him for 100% activities (there's not stopping this kid anyway even if he did have restrictions!) but, for the rest of his life, we have to make sure that everyone is aware of this condition and have the AED there just in case.
Bigger concern is as he gets older, is what kind of sports that he wants to get involved in. I don't know if I'm going to have the capability to let him go out for the more aggresive stuff (football, wrestling, basketball) There's always a spot in my brain that worries about him constantly. I don't think he even understands why he goes to the cardiologist as much as I have tried to explain - I don't want to go too far into detail with him because he does tend to fall to the dramatic side of things and I honestly believe that he would go overboard with "chest pains" if he knew that it got him out of something. I don't want the little boy to cry wolf - he does that when his brother gets attention. it's exasperating!!
He's also most of the reason that my brain went nutty - but I would never tell him that. I have been on anti-depressents since a few months after he was born. The surgery, being sent home with this child, having a 2 year old at home with a speech impediment, and my parents moving 3000 miles away. My brain could only take so much. He was on meds. Every cough and sneeze sent me into a tizzy. If he tried pushing out the poops and his face changed color, I would sometimes be ready to call 9-1-1!! THe doc appointments (atleast 1 a week for the first couple of months) that had us all over long island. Did I mention the c-section that I had no time to recoup from? Ugh! Now I have a million stories popping into my head and I better stop typing now before this gets out of control! Have a great day everyone!