Those Eyes

I was kidnapped this weekend. I guess kidnapped is the wrong word. I suppose I was momnapped. A dear friend of mine who I’ve known for many years just moved with her family to my town. We met in university and after finishing school we went our separate ways with the men in our lives. After being gone for about 8 years, we moved back to the town that I grew up in. Due to the nature of my friend’s husband’s job, they move every few years and I was lucky enough that their transfer last summer was to my town! Even better…we both have 2 kids and they are practically the same ages. Awesomesauce. So my friend arrives at my house Saturday afternoon with a suitcase and I’m told to pack for overnight and my Mom’s babysitting. Umm, okay! Don’t have to ask me twice! It was an amazing (kid-free!) 24 hours of being pampered and spending time with good friends.

The next morning I woke up in my luxurious and cozy hotel bed and send a quick message to my Mom, asking how the night went, fully expecting everything to be all good. Declan has spent a lot of time with his grandma and grandpa (heck, we lived with them for the first 6 months of his life). And even now when we visit, he flops himself out of my arms and reaches for his Grams. I was not worried at all leaving him overnight with my Mom. I really thought everything would be fine. Yeah, not so much! Declan had been awake since about 2:30am and would not go back to sleep.

This was the first time that I had been away from him overnight. So far, in his almost 11 months, I am the only one that has gone to him during a night wake up. I’m pretty sure he was missing his mama a little bit. And we’ve all been battling bugs for the past few weeks, so he hasn’t been 100% healthy.

We were in the city, about an hour away…so my friend and I get ourselves readied and hit the road back home to monitor the damage that has been done with both of us being gone overnight. My poor little guy was so tired, red eyes, pale skin, feverish. I picked him up and took him into his dark bedroom, rocked him in my arms and sang one of our songs and he was finally comfortable enough to close his eyes and sleep (thank god). After having a good nap, he woke up and was still not himself. He looked at me with those eyes. Those pleading eyes that bear into a mom’s soul and you know your baby is asking for help. Help me mom, make the pain go away. I know how to read those eyes. I made a quick call to the nearest walk-in clinic and they were thankfully still open (being a Sunday afternoon). We waited in the crowded waiting room and finally get our turn. Yep…his ear is still infected. He finished antibiotics last week for an ear infection. So now we are on prescription #2, longer and stronger drugs.

Babies and young children with achondroplasia have a handful of health issues that can be concerning during their first few years of life. Recurrent middle ear infections is one of them. We saw the pediatric ENT doctor just last month and Declan’s ears were perfect. But now he’s struggling with a major infection. It seems the majority of LP children do get tubes in their ears at some point in their young life. I will definitely be bringing it up when we see his pediatrician in a few weeks.

Here are those eyes. When our little ones have very few options to communicate, us moms learn how to read our babies. What each cry means, their grunts, babbles and coos. These eyes spoke loud and clear to this mama today.


8 weeks old

About Tammy

I am a single mother to 2 wonderful children, ages 1 and 5. My youngest was surprisingly born with a rare genetic condition, achondroplasia, which is a type of dwarfism. This blog is a glimpse into my crazy life as I wade through figuring out dwarfism and divorce while enjoying every second of my deficient domestic bliss.
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