I am busy tonight getting ready for a clinic visit at Children's tomorrow. I have been gathering up baby food and cheerios, bottles and pacifiers, diapers and toys.
It all seems so familiar.
It seems almost right in an odd sort of way for Children's and babyhood to go hand in hand.
But this time the baby is not the patient and the 'patient' is no longer a baby.
Blessedly, the 'patient' no longer seems much like a patient anymore either.
Even as he left his babyhood behind, we also left behind the days of surgeries, and scary fevers and frequent labs. At least for now... and hopefully forever.
The twice-daily medicine and every-other-month pokes for blood-work have blended into the background of family life so that we hardly notice them. The caution of hand-washing and avoiding wintertime crowds has become habit.
And an all-out gather-everybody-and-your-gear and head to Children's trip has become out of the ordinary. An event instead a routine.
It is one of the many things I am thankful for.