{"id":548,"date":"2011-07-06T08:40:00","date_gmt":"2011-07-06T12:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wednesday-july-6-2011\/"},"modified":"2011-07-06T08:40:00","modified_gmt":"2011-07-06T12:40:00","slug":"wednesday-july-6-2011","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wednesday-july-6-2011\/","title":{"rendered":"Wednesday July 6, 2011"},"content":{"rendered":"

In the last three years, I have been to more doctor’s appointments than I want to count. Worse, at least to me, I hear the strangest names at times. Before I became a mom, I thought that I at least had a general sense of childhood illness. You know, they get the flu and throw up. They get fevers. They teethe hard. Sometimes they get things like brain concussions and broken arms and in very, very bad but rare cases, cancer. I knew that little girls were prone to UTI’s and that there would be a hundred garden varieties of the common cold. <\/p>\n

I did not know or expect, that in three years time our little family of four would hear (on top of the multiple cases of broncheolitis, ear infections, pink eye, ring worm, eczema, a brain concussion, cracked rib) toxic hip synovitis, multiple antibiotic reactions, food allergies and probable FPIES, ACL repair, Ehrlichiosis, molar pregnancy, and as of yesterday, lymes disease.<\/p>\n

\"July<\/a> <\/p>\n

When I was nineteen and convinced I did not want to live my life in a boring way, I was not referring to the health needs of my future children. I would be JUST FINE with some normal stuff for a few years. You know, strep, broncheolitis, colds and coughs, and maybe a case of pink eye. Just saying.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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