I joke a lot about how Sam is the anti-preemie.  Hell, just look at the new name for the blog.  In so many ways it is true.  He has very few issues and is not at Children's Hospital every day for appointments or tests like some of the other preemie mom's I know.  This lack of issue has been great, but the flip side is I am just waiting for the other shoe to drop.  It is hard for me to believe that this is it.  Sam is fine.  There are no long term issues with him being born so early.  How could that be true- really.  He was 1 lb 12 ounces when he was born!  He did almost half of his gestation OUTSIDE the womb.  That is just not normal.

But here we are- 8 months later and things look good.  Of course, every day I think I see something that could be wrong.  Remember back to when you were a first time parent and every little thing your kid did made you panic just a little.  Well, its like that with Sam, but worse.  I sometimes think I am convincing myself that he has an issue (I am mostly concerned about gastric issues).  I am all set to call the doctor in a panic, but then I don't.  And here is the real kicker- which instinct is right?  Am I right that there is there something wrong or am I right that I am over reacting.  You don't want to be that parent that calls every time your baby cries, but you also don't want to be that parent that misses something.

So, here I sit, debating if I should call.  Does Sam just have basic gas pain or is there something else going on.  This would be such an easier decision to make if we wasn't so damn happy and smiling (unless he is screaming or writhing in pain!).

Happy Thursday to all.