I too will need two tigers tonight because I am worried about Penelope.  Tomorrow I plan on calling our ped. to discuss acid reflux concerns.  Ever since the heart screening on Tuesday, Jesse and I are much more aware of this problem; having the cardiologist see reflux evidence during her assessment wasn't lost on our ears.  I also want to discuss her slowing in weight gain.  She's been hovering in the same range now for over two weeks; I am guessing this is reflux related.  While she's eating roughly every three hours, which is right on tracking, the weight just isn't adding up.  
Two tigers are also needed because I am wrestling with some serious ghosts of Two Month Appointments Past.  (Read this entry as a refresher.)  Maybe I am feeling more scared than I care to acknowledge.  Maybe I am waiting for the other proverbial shoe to drop.  This is exactly when we were met with Miles's Ds diagnosis.  Now, as I type this entry, I am holding my breath in fear... waiting to learn of some difficulty, some setback, some new hurdle that my dear Penelope will have to face.  I hate being pessimistic, but there are certain life experiences that leave such deep scars that knee jerk reactions and unavoidable triggers are just part of the turf. 
Okay, I will "man up" and admit that I do this type of thinking as a self-defense mechanism.  Allow me to elaborate- if I think of a possible event (more likely to be a bad experience), then I will be able to think of solutions before the event occurs- but in actuality, this strategy has NEVER worked for me.  In my own feeble way, I am trying to protect myself from all of the scary what-if's that lurk in Parent Land.  Sidebar- to my parents and your contemporaries, my hat's off to you.  Being a parent is by far and beyond the most challenging, soul searching, and albeit, rewarding adventure of my life.  In fact, it gives my life a whole new meaning.  And the power of the experience is why, at least for me, it can hurt so much, too.  
As a parent, I want the best for my children- health and happiness.  When one of these goals are in jeopardy, I can't help but kick into super mom mode and look for remedies and solutions.  When there isn't an easy fix, like a boo-boo kiss or bedtime handholding session, my heart hurts.  Really, really hurts.  And my mind begins to wander to that area of the What-Ifs.  My main what-if is a variation on the same theme- what if I can't help them?!?  Ugh!  
To be honest, I already feel 90% better just writing it out.  And reader, I hope that I have not put any of my stress onto you.  Here, I have written to celebrate, to mourn, to vent, and to heal.  This blog is the hub for my emotional cross-hares and puddlings, sappy sobs and fierce hollers.  Tonight, I think I just oozed out a pile of painful confusions.  Thanks for letting me do that.  Now that some of the weight has been lessened, I need to secure two tigers of my own.  
(And I will update of Penelope's reflux issues as soon as I learn more.  Please wish my ladybug a good night's sleep.   It's becoming more obvious that this is not a good time of day for her.)    

 
 
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As a parent...one worry always takes another's place! They don't issue easy buttons with children...wouldn't it be wonderful! Miles and Penelope are very fortunate to have you as a MOM!
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