We are back to the land of the Georgia Peaches. The trip back to Louisiana was great, my sister's wedding was beyond beautiful. But, no matter how much fun a trip "home" always ends with me missing what is now my home. Hey there are no laws saying that a person must live in a state for longer than thirty days before claiming it as "home".
I was ready to get back into our little routines. We got back on Tuesday, unpacked and started the week off like we'd never left. Wednesday I took Turner to school and went to the gym to sweat away some tension. While Tate was in the gym's nursery Mrs Mamie Joe watched her. When I went to retrieve my little bundle of sunshine Mrs Mamie let me know that my baby looked to be getting "the thrash". After a bit of discussion we figured out that "the thrash" is what she calls thrush. (I knew Tater had thrush, I brought her to the doctor on Tuesday afternoon and got her some antibiotics.) Mrs Mamie Joe then asked me "Do you got yourself a conjurer?" This just left me dumbfounded, a conjurer? She then told me that "the thrash" can be conjured away. All I need to find is a man whose father died before he was born, then let the stranger blow three times in my baby's mouth.
I love eccentricity, love cookey people, I even love plain old weirdos. I love home remedies, but let a stranger blow into my baby's mouth? WTF!? You all know my psychotic germaphobia would never let this happen. It was endearing of her to want to help my daughter but not even after hell serves snow cones would I allow a stranger, or any person, to blow into Tate's mouth. Ah, there are so many reasons that the world as a whole thinks Southerners are nuts, Mamie Joe is at the top of the list.
I know that story will make me smile for years to come but I am having a hard time feeling chipper today. In an hour I get to take Tate to a pediatric specialist to have an ultrasound done on her chest. She has a lump under her right nipple, it's about the size of a blueberry. The first day I noticed it I called her pediatrician in Utah. We had just arrived in Georgia and I hadn't gotten a doctor here. They assured me it was just a cyst and it would be gone in a week. Well it's been on her for over two months. Her doctor here saw her yesterday and ordered the ultrasound just to be safe. I know it's just a cyst and she will be fine, but my stomach is in knots. Any parent knows the feeling. If anything is wrong with either of my children I get this sick in the stomach feeling. I felt this way the first time we took Turner to the ER. So if you are the praying type, say a quick one for Tate. I know she's fine and is just milking this lump thing for better Christmas loot, but I worry none the less. I'll let eveyone know what is going on once we know. Thanks--Tiff
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