Sick day

Mangia, mangia!

Here's a picture of Dylan with Nonna Angelina (she doesn't want to be called great-grandma but by her name "Nonna Angelina" or "Nonna Grande") from a couple of months ago. With my fantabulous new Mac, I'm finally able to transfer photos easily from my cell phone to my computer, and this was a cell phone shot.

Poor Dyl is home sick today with a fever and a bad cough. He woke up crying this morning at about 1 a.m. and he was burning up. I gave him baby acetaminophen and put him in bed with us. This morning after calling his pediatrician on redial for 90 minutes, I was the "lucky caller" and got an actual appointment with her for today at 3:30 p.m. This will be the first time she's ever seen Dylan sick. We normally only go there for check-ups that have been scheduled months in advance. Cristiano wonders if she's actually able to diagnose illnesses or if she just knows how to weigh and measure kids. Let's hope she can at least distinguish strep throat from the common cold.

She's currently on our "black list" for having told us to wait to see a pediatric surgeon for the problem with Dylan's phimosis. We took him to a private pediatric surgeon last week who told us we should have taken care of this problem several months ago. Now it's too late and would be too traumatizing for him. He told us that now we can't do anything until Dylan is two or three years old - old enough to understand what is going on to some extent. If we were to do the procedure now, he would remember it but would not understand why we were doing it and could be emotionally scarred. This surgeon said we should have done it before Dylan was ten months old.