A day, and night, apart

I am nervous today… and a little sad.

The Peanut Butter is having an EEG today (as part of a second opinion) to see why she has developed a “seizure disorder.” (She has had 4 seizures in the past, 3 of which were febrile, meaning they were due to an incredibly high fever, the 4th was not)

She is staying overnight at Children’s Memorial Hospital in Chicago with Honey Mustard and I am at-home with The Jelly.

I am nervous because I am hoping that this test will show something that was missed the last time she had this done (which took place at home) and may help with the treatment of the disorder.

I am sad because I won’t see HoMu and The Peanut Butter for 2 days.

But I am sadder more so because of The Jelly. While putting them to bed last night, The J started to cry because we were packing a bag for HoMu and The PB. She didn’t want her sister to leave without her, she wanted to go too, and at (almost) four years of age…she can’t really comprehend why she can’t go along.

It took a while, but we got The J settled down, and they both fell to sleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

This morning, things were quiet.

At least until HoMu and The PB were ready to leave.

That’s when The PB gave The J a hug goodbye… and that’s when The J lost it and started sobbing (not a whimper mind you, but one of those break-parent’s-hearts type of cry) her eyes out.

This of course started The PB crying… which in turn started HoMu crying.

All three of them… in the family room…crying…

And there’s me… standing there, attempting to be the strong, father/husband type and not cry…

They left, and The J settled down. I then dropped off The J to preschool and she held onto my hand tight and refused to let go (which she has NEVER done before… but, of course, her sister is always with her)

She finally released my hand from her death grip (I’ll never blog again… oh wait…) when she saw her favorite teacher come in… and then one of her friends. At that point it was like… ‘Daddy? Daddy who?’

I have a few questions here; would I be a total wimp-ass if I did cry when the three of them were crying?

Why don’t children come with protective coverings and virus-protection? Like a computer…

Does it count if I were to cry in my car when no one is around?

How can I get my sheets their whitest?

UPDATE: I spoke with The PB earlier on the phone, and the first question out of her
mouth was "How's sissy?' The connection they have with each other is incredible.