Greetings. I won’t apologize for the lack of content anymore. By now my steady readers know that I’m running some strange hours at the new job. Though, I collected my first paycheck today, so I have to stop calling it ‘new.’ It shall henceforth be called ‘work.’
Anyway. With times all jacked up, my opportunity for posting isn’t as prolific as it used to be, which is just as well, since I don’t have as much content to be talking about at this point in time either.
That being said, we did take a trip to an ENT (Ear, Nose, Throat) specialist today for The Narrator. For a few years now, when he sleeps, he lets out this long, protracted moan/groan for the duration of an exhaled breath. Not all the time, maybe for a half hour or so every night. He’s got no sleep interruption, no trouble breathing, no signs of well….anything. Even his teacher says that there’s no indication that he’s sleepy of unfocused during the course of the school day. Our general practice doctor referred us to the specialist, who was basically stumped after he ruled out tonsils as being the problem. “Everything looks normal.” So, because nobody seems to know what the deal is, we’ve been scheduled for a sleep observation session.
Basically, the little guy spends the night in what we’re calling a ‘hotel room’ where he’s hooked to all kinds of wires and electrodes that monitor his sleep patterns. My wife will go with him while I put in for some personal time and hang with Mini-Me for the night. He’s terrified, even after getting a little tour of the office and being shown what looks to be an extremely comfortable bed. The whole operation looks very well squared away, and my biggest worry is that I can’t be there with him while he’s getting evaluated. I know kids inevitably turn to mommy for comfort in stressful times, but I can’t help but want to be there for him myself.
Even today, I didn’t have to go with them up to the doctor, and even rolled the dice, gambling on whether or not we’d be home in time for me to leave for work without getting in late. (We made it) Still, I couldn’t NOT go.
So, that’s been all set up. He’s very nervous, but we have a month to go to build him up for this. Which means that I have a month to teach him that being brave isn’t the same thing as not being scared. He may want mommy there when the time comes, but I can’t help but feel like this is a ‘daddy’ lesson, and I’ll try my best.