Leo Clement

As I have shared with some of you, lately I have been having either sleepless nights, or nights filled with unrestful dreams. Like the one I had about Walmart. You know that I will go to Walmart usually as a last resort so I guess it's no mystery that Walmart for some reason was doubling as the hospital to which I had to take Leo for his surgery. I gave him to the employees who were wearing their blue vests complete with button flair, and then for the rest of the dream I wandered the aisles, waiting for them to bring him back to me. I wandered around there all night long and woke up in a cold sweat of dread and terror. Doesn't sound too bad now, but trust me, it was not pleasant. Well now you get the idea of my mental state these days. So you can imagine my distress when I received a phone call from the hospital today postponing the surgery for another month. I pretty much lost it. Wait, you mean to say, that we have to wait in this limbo hell for ANOTHER MONTH? Are you out of

Its almost time for the final countdown here. Instead of months and weeks we are starting to count the days. Our biggest concern right now is Leo's health. We want him to be totally, completely, and all the way running at 100% health for the surgery. However, this is proving to be tricky. This past week Leo has managed to pick up an ear infection complete with cough and congunktivitis in his eyes. Either he is trying to give us more character, or he is determined to turn all my hair grey prematurely. Needless to say, he is on a course of antibiotics to try to clear him up as soon as possible. At least it seems to working great on the ear infection, but the respite that provided was short lived as the little lion man's fangs kicked into full growing gear. I can't really complain, because he can't stay a toothless lion forever. At the moment, he is happily sitting in his new tumbleform seat (see pics) and chewing on a teething biscuit. These days I feel like a mother of a

If it has to do with Leo, you can be sure that it will have some added element of twisted fate. Be it great or small, and usually it is something so small and insignificant that you don't even think twice about it, until you look back and realize that it was actually the small push on a rudder that sent you spiraling into a completely new direction. Like how all this started with him. How in the very beginning I missed my 20wk ultrasound because of an accidental thing like a snowstorm and a school exam. How when we finally found out about Leo's state was because of a hunch from my midwife, how one tiny little decision after another found us all living fairly normally at home, how because of the arrival of seizures, he had an EEG, and how his neurologist noticed that his EEG looked really good (nobody expected that! Except his parents that is..) which then made him sit up and revisit his files and then call for a MRI 4 months earlier then scheduled. And from then how there w

Still waiting to hear on the dates of the surgery. It's kinda like going to the dentist. You really don't want to go, but you really just want it over with. Which I why I am hounding the secretaries at Dartmouth, and putting the pedi neurology on speed dial. They must love me there! Oh no they say, it's that crazy mum again who asks all the questions about the new filing system and comes wheeling back here with a funny looking baby in a giant off road stroller and makes us riffle through the stacks of paper work we were leaving for the weekend, or better yet, for after vacation... No I know that I'm wrong and it's all in a days work for those capable ladies. I just dying to know what/when to expect the 'big cut," and yet at the same time would be perfectly happy not knowing and just snuggling my funny face boy on the couch for the rest of my days. Alas, our days are numbered and our sleepless nights are just beginning. Anyway, we are hoping and not hoping