Not What I Wanted to Hear

Today I dragged the toddler to the ped against my better judgment.

I didn't think anything was really wrong. It was probably something she would out grow, right? You know how kids are; funky and quirky and doing weird stuff all the time, just to keep us all on our toes, right?

I thought the ped would tell me as much and I would look like an over-functioning fruitcake mom.

This was my fondest, sincerest wish today; to be deemed a nutjob with a perfectly healthy baby whom everyone would pity and pray she found a good therapist someday.

My wish didn't come true.

Instead we got a referral to a specialist.

Who squeezed us into their schedule for early next week.

Which is good, since the ped said, if the appointment was months from now, to let them know so they could intervene and get us in sooner.

A despair of disbelief washed over me in the ped's office. "Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes," they said. "This is not normal."

I am a scared momma today.