atoms into suns

I'm still getting used to this whole parenthood thing. It really wasn't all that long ago that I was a kid, thinking that my parents were so old and that they knew everything. Now that I'm a parent myself, I know better, but I'm also very aware that my kids rely on me (us) for everything and expect me (us) to know exactly what to do.

I'm also the type of person who only goes to the doctor when she's near death -- or pregnant, but that's something else altogether -- so it didn't really occur to me that if we've been sick for nearly three weeks we might want to get checked out. Fortunately, I talked to my mom late last week and she convinced me to call the doctor's office and at least ask them if we should go in. So it happened that on Friday we found out that our oldest has a mild case of pneumonia.

Thankfully, it can be taken care of with antibiotics and won't require a hospital stay, but this is another one of those experiences that just drives home how little I know about parenting.

(I fared a lot better -- nothing worse than an impressive post-nasal drip.)