… the prize for the most melodramatic, needlessly worried mama goes to… me!
The whole thing is, um, a load of crap. Sorry if that’s TMI, but the kid is plugged up, wicked. The pediatrician assures me that it’s nothing a bit of prune juice won’t fix in a few days.
And my dear internets, have I told you how much I love you? Really, thank you so much to every single one of you who talked me off that ledge. It really did help so much (stories about cats and stories from parents-to-be included).
Signing off, with egg on my face.
ETA: second post-placement visit is done! Only one more to go. Maybe he won’t grunt all the way through the next visit.