That I get scared, worried, and sick to my stomach over my girls. I’ll be honest to say that I’m not so worried over Molly (most days). She’s got her issues, but she’s growing and blossoming…and I think that she will be pretty high functioning. Yes, on screaming fit-throwing days, I’m more nervous…but on the average day I’m fine.

K is another story. Not only am I constantly paranoid about sickies and such…but her other issues worry me. The way she walks, eats, etc. Yesterday she choked again. I was right there, but she choked. Makes my stomach flop every time.

Today, though…just now. It’s naptime so I say, “Are we ready for night night?” K, in all of her happy glory says “Nigh nigh!!” and starts walked toward her bedroom. She has one of her (all-too frequent) missteps…but this time fails to catch herself. Crash to the hardwood floor, face first. Cue silent screaming…deep breath…LOUD screaming…high pitched shrieking. I check her lips, no blood…blood at the base of her tooth. Crap…has she shoved her teeth back into her gums? How out were they before? I know they were crooked, were they that crooked? Should I call the doctor? Should I just wait it out? SCREAMING continues…No more happy ‘nigh nigh’…SHRIEKING again…tears streaming down her snotty face…pained ‘how dare you let me fall’ expression on her face.

I’m counting down the days until the ortho appointment…COUNTING…

Oh, but on the upside…K is the ONLY baby I’ve ever known that could blow her nose. STarting at about a year old, she’s been blowing her nose every time you hold a tissue to it…nuts, huh? *G*