wrong amount of knowledge...

As a medical student I know just enough to scare me.  When something seems off I immediately go to worst case.  It seems that part of being an actual doctor means getting to a place where you know when to worry and when to leave well enough alone. My pregnancy happened to coincide perfectly with our reproductive block in school.  We learned about the thousands of things that can go wrong during each of the stages of your babies development and all of the ways your labor can take a turn for the worse.  I would text my husband almost daily during classed in a complete panic begging for another ultrasound.  Yes, I said another because I had insisted on several.  For example, a babies intestines spend several weeks growing outside of the stomach and at about 10weeks when there is enough room for them go back into the stomach hopefully that is what they do.  SO at 10weeks I had to make sure that our little ones intestines were exactly where they were supposed to be.  Thomas said ultrasounds were supposed to be a fun exciting event but he would spend the entire time stressed because he knew I was inspecting every inch of our baby for something to be wrong.  I would count vertebra, and ventricles, look at heart valves and chambers and still no peace of mind.  When Everett was born I cannot even begin to describe to relief to see his perfect little form.  Growing a person is an unbelievable thing.  There are countless ways for things to go wrong that are completely out of our control and only one way for them to all go right... and they do!  Most of the time everything goes exactly as it should and this still blows my mind.  So today when our sitter casually mentioned that Everett had not really had a good bowel movement my mind immediately went to the various forms of GI obstruction that occur in newborns.  So far Everett has been the king of bowel movements, for him to go most of the day without one is unusual.  I had to fight the urge to call a friend who is one of the best pediatric critical care docs I know and insist on abdominal imaging.  Luckily I made no such call because with a huge grin Everett filled his pants like a champ.  Leave it to my boy for his first real big smile to be a "haha mom here is that poop you wanted!"  Hopefully someday I will have enough knowledge to know when not to worry....

Here are some pictures of us working on our smile. Sorry they are a little fuzzy we were too excited about our farts to stay still!