Making the decision to have a child — it’s momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.

That is a quote by Elizabeth Stone that my mom just passed along, and it seemed quite fitting after our first “parent scare” over the weekend. And considering that Will’s Grandpa Roger has already been promising (or threatening, depending upon which side you are on) lots of “farm time” for Will, there are certain to be plenty more over the years. I can already hear it: “I am not sure what happened. One minute he was climbing the manure pile and the next… well…”

We had another follow-up doctor appointment this morning (we saw fellow jam-master Dr. Tursman) and Will has put 6 ounces on since Saturday, so he is doing well. Which is a big relief. Especially for those unnamed people who look things up on the Internet and determine the diagnosis before (a)talking to someone who actually knows what they are talking about and (b)they themselves even know what they are talking about. On a completely unrelated note, did I mention I have sworn off using the Internet during times of concern with Will? he he

We received alot of support from friends and family over the weekend (basically to assure us that all was okay) and are very thankful for having such great people around us. One such family is the Luyt’s: Greg, Stephie, and Grady. They are always willing to lend advice, an ear, and even baby bathtubs to help us out. They stopped by last night so Greg could finally meet Will and the two of them hit it off pretty well. I think Will may be looking to edge me out of the jam session as soon as he can get his fingers wrapped around the neck of a guitar (though he arguably is already better than I am)…

Will will (hmmm… first downside to the name Will) be weighed later this week, so I will update again then. In the meantime, watch out for those manure piles. Your parent’s may get worried…

What a week we have had! I will start off by apologizing for not posting an update in a few days. It turns out that going back to work and being a dad tend to take up quite a bit more time than I had thought! And to think that Will isn’t even mobile yet and I still don’t have much time?! Quite a few people have told me that I will wonder what I ever did with all of “that time” before Will was born. Well, I am more interested in finding out what happened to all of that time, as it certainly seems there is much less of it in any given day…

So back to our week. Some friends of ours were in town mid-week, so they stopped by with their 2 year old Emma to meet Will and say hello. Katie and Jess have been friends for quite a while and Jason is a good guy, so it was nice to see them (though I was at work and didn’t have the time to break away). For the most part, the rest of week was okay until Friday.

note: Jess wrote the section below and I really liked it, so I am going to use that to explain our “little” ordeal. It is written from Will’s point of view.

I acquired a new nickname yesterday, Wilbur (as in the runt pig from Charlotte’s Web). A nurse came to our house to weigh me and we found out that I have lost more weight since I left the hospital. The nurse told my mom and dad this is not normal, which of course sent them into a fever of worry. After frenzied research online, my dad diagnosed me with Cystic Fibrosis and my mom was sure that she is producing skim milk instead of breast milk. Anyway, not to worry, because I saw the doctor on Saturday and he said I just have high calorie requirements. So, now i get to have a bottle after I nurse!

end note: I thought Jess did a great job summarizing our frenzied period of worrying and I am vowing not to self-diagnose at the first site of trouble. Definately a case of too much information! Anyway… we have been supplementing Will over the weekend and we have another appointment Monday morning to follow-up and make sure he is packing those ounces back on. I will try to update a little more frequently, though I think that “extra time” may be hiding with all of those missing left socks!