So I was all set to write a post about Peanut's latest foray into his personal medical book of history with the most disgusting case of pink eye I've ever seen in my life. I was going to write that my usually adorable baby boy has neon-yellow goop constantly pouring out of both eyes and how I can barely keep my lunch down around the little tot. I was going to say that strangers come up to see how cute Peanut is, as per our usual treatment when we're out, but instead of oohing and aahing they take one look at his petri-dish eyes and politely turn away without another word. And I was all set to threaten the miscreant who dared infect my boy with a disease that will likely spread to the rest of us by week's end with the most heinous and discriptive of tortures I could concoct.
And then I read Ms. Mindy's Now-Secret Blog (so don't bother) asking for well wishes for a family who had to take their sweet and adorable baby girl Gracie, who was not much younger than Peanut, off life support yesterday because the heart she was given for a heart transplant turned out to be a bad heart and the surgeons didn't find out until it was too late. And her new little heart gave out and they had to let her go.
I'll take Peanut and all his nasty, vomit-inducing pink eye any day over no Peanut to hug at all. Thanks for the perspective, Mindy.
Let's all give our kids one extra hug tonight. Because we can.