There are certain rites of passage that scream "you're an adult now!" - most notably the first time you unpack your things in a home that doesn't contain parentals, siblings or anything quite the same as that with which you've always been surrounded.
The same goes for parenting, I suppose. There are lots of little rites of passage to mark your "arrival" at parenting - first cold, first non-well-baby trip to the doctor (double pneumonia and tonsilitis - 5 weeks ago), first urgent care visit (pink eye - 6 weeks ago), and first trip to the ER (stomach virus, dehydration, bacterial infection of unknown cause - last night).
When we do milestones, we do them with grand style.
And now I'm wondering - what the heck happened to the healthy little kid who spent 11 months of her life virtually illness free?! I'm doing so as I am propping my eyelids open with my fingers. Since Friday morning, I've had 5 hours of sleep. (In Woodstock's defense, Friday night's lack of sleep was my own doing, not hers).
It's official - I'm a "real" parent now.
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