Five

I feel like a hardened mother of five...like you can't really disturb my chi anymore.

On Friday Baby Boy's pediatrician told me she thought he had a heart murmur and that he would need to see a cardiologist as a precaution.  She sent me off to get some tests done to take down to the cardiologist.  As I went from Baby Boy getting an EKG to him getting a chest x-ray, I got a phone call from the hospital where the Sidekick will be getting a hip surgery in two days saying that they didn't believe I had put in a referral with my insurance company and that the surgery couldn't happen without it.  As I tried to explain on the phone that I believed I did have authorization, my phone cut-out.  While I tried, unsuccessfully, to get the lady back on the phone, the nurse who was escorting Baby Boy, W2O (who came along because she bites the children of others), and I pushed the handicap button outside of radiology to open the doors.  W2O walked straight into the unfolding doors and got knocked in the noggin and then couldn't scoot backward fast enough and got knocked in the noggin again...and again.  She, justifiably, put up a mighty cry.

And guess what?  I was totally calm.  I didn't cry.  I believed it was all going to work itself out.

I sooooooooo wouldn't have been like that six years ago.

I'm a hardened mother of five...that is praying pretty fast and pretty furious that surgery and cardiology appointment go just the way I am optimistically imagining.