The back of my mind

This sweet girl

had her 4 month check up on Wednesday. As the doc is checking her soft spot (I get the hibby jibbys every time he touches it) he starts checking the rest of her head more carefully. He explained that he is worried about the two plates that form together (located on the top sides of her head) during a babies first year. He is worried the plates are forming on top of each other/not closing together. He says "I'm going to send a referral to a specialist that I want you to see." I respond with a hopeful "Okay, is it another pediatric doctor?" He answers, "No she's a Nero Surgeon at Children's Hospital." Of course she is. 

Of course it takes a couple of days for the Nero Department to get the referral, I was able to make the appointment today. The next available appointment is March 10th. I'm 98.4% sure everything is fine and my doctor is just being overly careful. However, when I crawl into bed after a long day that 2.6% comes from the back of my mind to keep me awake. I guess its called motherhood. Worrying is what the job description entails.