I am positively glad to have a healthy child again. The 2 weeks before Abe's birthday he had the following all at the same time:
3 teeth came in (two eye teeth and a molar)
Stomach flu and ongoing digestive problems
(I'll leave that to your imaginations. You're welcome.)
Cold with accompaning congestion and cough
In the middle of all that, he ripped the flesh between his upper lip and gum line. His lovely uncle and dentist pulled it off for us. Yes. Off. (Scott thinks I over-reacted by calling uncle Jason, 3 minutes after if happened, and wants to know what I'm going to do when one of our kids "really" hurts themselves. I do too.)
Luckily, the little nugget starting feeling better the day before his birthday, which was about to be postponed until further notice.
I don't want anyone feeling sorry for him/us, I just want to remember. And by remember, I mean forget (?) Hmmm, what I'm trying to say is I forgot what it was like to have a happy child. One that eats his breakfast bannana in 12 seconds, and makes waves in the toilet water with his hands. I'm glad he's back.