As you read this the Hubby and I are dragging The Son down to the Toronto Hospital for Sick Children (Sick Kids) to meet with his specialist and discuss The Son’s kidneys, how they are or aren’t working.
Yes, this is the scariest appointment I’ve ever had to go into. My tummy is doing summersaults, I had a hard time sleeping last night and food tastes like cardboard, although that could just be my organic wheat puffs fault.
On the other hand, The Son slept like a doll last night. No fuss, no muss. I’m even having a hard time waking him up this morning.