I'm totally going to talk about my boobs.
I had a doctor's appointment today because (the very thing every woman dreads saying) - I found a lump. I let it be for a week or so, but I knew I should probably have it checked. Given my not-so-favorable family history of breast cancer, off I went like a dutiful "please god, not this too" mama. (My evil brain has a way of running off with bad thoughts, dragging me behind by my hair for the ride.) My doctor's not too concerned, thinks it's most likely hormone-related, but is still sending me off for an ultrasound, mammogram and exam with the breast surgeon. (How's that for feeling confident that she's "not concerned"? Really. But I'm not all too concerned. Really. No - really.)
Aren't you jealous? Seriously - women have to go through labor AND we have to worry about breast cancer? How's THAT fair?
But that's not the oh-so-fun part. I was nervous about bringing Sammy along, as he's quite mobile (read: will climb anything), and I was really hoping that a) he would simply nap in the stroller or b) he'd be easily amused with crayons and stickers. What I wasn't planning on, however, was that Sammy would think we were at the doctors for him. He screamed and sobbed and begged for me to "Go out door! Go out door!" It broke my heart - no matter how much I convinced him that we were there for mommy and not him, his experiences with doctors' offices are not pleasant - usually for EKGs or immunizations/monthly RSV shots. He worked himself up so much that he actually broke out in hives and there was little I could do to calm him down. It was just miserable.
I felt so awful about making him feel so awful that I did something I probably shouldn't have - I took him to the cafe up the street and bought him an italian cookie and a piece of carrot cake (which we shared and saved half for Jay). I know I shouldn't appease him with food, but honestly, after that afternoon, I'm not sure who needed it more - him or me!





My name is erika-renee, but call me eka - pronounced "eh-ka." I'm suddenly somehow 32, though I still love pigtails and overalls and silly, happy things. I live north of Boston, and I'm happily married to
I'm a mama!
