My Quirky Boy

It has been a week full of indulgence for all of us.  Due to school vacation, my mom came out over the weekend and stayed with us until last night.  Only one daycare drop off, dinner ready when I came home, and Fin has been far more relaxed then he normally is.

Walking in the door and supper being ready to eat is such a huge luxury I can not even tell you.  Not that I cook much, but hubby and I get home at almost the same time.  Last night I walked in to the smell of garlic, sauce, and meatballs. MMMMMmmmm.

Fin has been allowed to roll with the day, do as he likes, and watch too much TV.  I do think he orders my mother around like a drill sargent, but he will do things for her that he won’t for us.  Like eat.  He pretty much consumed anything she put in front of him, where as I could have made the same thing, put in down, and he would push it away.  Nose turned as if I had laced the meal with something totally offensive to his olfactory senses.  When today we had to get back into the swing of it, he requested pancakes when asked what he would like for breakfast.  I told him no, but we could this weekend, he was more than bummed.  I wish I could indulge some of his simple pleasures in the moment. Childhood is so short, and for him things are so HARD. When he wants something so simple, to make his day, I want to shove everything else off and oblige. 

He is more relaxed after spending 5 days in a row at home.  We have seen no tantrums, don’t get me wrong, he has not been perfect. His new thing is hitting, pointing, and generally being dangerous.  His ears seemed closed half the time, we ask him questions and he just does not respond.  But I do feel he is happier.

Last week, all week either my husband or I ended up being home with a sick child. First the baby with another ear infection, then Fin with a tummy bug.  I was attacked by another cold that has a cough I can’t shake.  I finally went to the Dr. yesterday. New guy, I have never met, young-ish. He asks me a million questions, looks in my eyes, nose, throat, and asks me about the cough. He comments he is familiar with the kind of cough I have, and could recognize it from the other exam room. 

“Bronchitis?” I ask.

“Hmm, I don’t hear any congestion”. He asks if I have a constant sore throat, yes, often have a cough, yes, and if I feel the need to clear my throat a lot, yes to all. He says he does not see any post drip irritation in my throat. Then says, “You do have a cold, but I don’t think that is your bigger problem”. Really? Ok.

“Your bigger problem is you have reflux disease”. Nice. When I think about it makes sense, my hubby jokes I ought to take out stock in Tums. He wrote me a script, told me to call in 12 days if my symptoms are not much better.  He suspects the cough will improve with the antacid.  No fried foods, fatty foods, spicy foods, chocolate, or caffine.  I won’t give up the caffine, and with the removal of all those other things in my diet, maybe the 20 or so pounds squatting in my backyard will finally move on.