Hell Hath No Fury

Have you ever tried to have a coherent, meaningful conversation with a doctor while there is a screaming, crying, red-faced wild child in your arms, hitting you in the face and arching her back so she almost falls on the floor? No? You really should try it. 3 times in one week, if you can. I totally recommend experiencing a 17 month old in all her might and fury all the while attempting to maintain your half of a rational conversation. And getting any useful medical advice out of it.

Happy SPRING!!!

Even though it's been spring for 2 weeks (in my world...ask my husband, he can explain) the calendar says that TODAY is the first day of spring. YIPPEE!! SPRING!!!! That deserves a few !!!s ! We have been playing outside every chance we get. What have you been doing to celebrate?





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P.S. I am proposing that there should be an universal law that babies and toddlers who can't possibly comprehend what is going on should not have to be subjected to having their blood drawn by some guy (who was nice and sang the whole time, but still...) who can't find the vein and pokes around for 5 minutes and then takes three vials of blood, one of which won't fill correctly so he has to switch it out for a new one which he can't find, all the while the poor baby is laying there, scared and screaming. That's a fair law, right?

P.P.S My girl? She is AMAZINGLY strong for 15 months old. She held her little arm perfectly still the whole time. And once she got her lollipop at the end, the tears dried up and she was all "yum!" and smiles the whole ride home.

P.P.P.S I know there are children out there (I work with a lot of them) who have to endure much more painful and invasive medical treatments. They are AMAZINGLY strong too. This universal law applies for them as well.

As The Giglios Turn

Hey all my faithful followers! I don't have time to truly post, but I wanted to update everyone on Giuliana's testing yesterday.

It was not fun times. G started screaming the minute the u/s tech turned the lights down and didn't stop till we got her out to the car. Luckily, the tech was wonderful and got us out quickly. She tried very hard to calm G down and was super friendly. G was just in a panic state. We could not get her to stop screaming and sobbing. It was, in a word, awful. We have to wait for the doctor to call with the results, the tech had no idea what she was even supposed to be looking for, so she just measured organs and such.

Glad that's over. G is back to herself today. Thankfully.

We are leaving tonight to drive to NYC for John's appointment with the gastroenterologist tomorrow. Wish us more luck.

Thank you to everyone who helped me climb off the ledge the other day with your warm words of support and good thoughts. I love you all!

When did I become the star of a tv medical drama?

Despite the overly self-absorbed title of this post, it is not about me. Nor, surprisingly, is it about my husband and all his maladys.

No, this post is about my precious 15 month old daughter. G went in for her 15 month physical on Friday. She, as I have written glowingly about, is the peak of perfection in every way. She is hitting every developmental milestone soundly and thrillingly. She lights up our every day.

But Friday her doctor found something she thinks is wrong. Not necessarily wrong in a big way, but wrong none the less. And even though it may be (please God, let it be) nothing, it still has to be checked out, and that is causing me a lot of anxiety and heartache.

Here's the thing. The doctor noticed that she has slight premature breast development. John and I hadn't even noticed it, that's how slight it is. The doctor did a physical exam and said, just to be sure, G should have an x-ray of the bones in her wrist to determine "bone age." Dr. Zhu assured us that most of these x-rays come back just fine, and it is no big deal, let's just check to be sure, and oh, go do it right now and I will call you Monday with the results, I'm sure it's fine, but don't do that blood work order yet in case I need to add to it, I'm sure it's nothing, I've never seen worrying results from one of these x-rays...

So, we took her right down to radiology and John went in with her and held her while they strapped her little wrist down and took her 1st x-rays. And then I stopped worrying about it because, it's no big deal, the doctor hasn't ever seen any worrying results, it's probably just a slight hormonal thing that she'll ourgrow, yada yada....

Then, yesterday, Dr. Zhu personally called my cell phone. I didn't answer it in time and she left a voicemail. And just said to call her. No message saying, the x-ray is fine, nothing to worry about. And the fact that the doctor called, not the nurse. Yeah, my anxiety level spiked a little, you could say. So I called her back, and of course she had stepped away from her desk, so I had to wait for her to call back. Which she did. She said that though G is 1 year 3 months old her "bone age" is 1 year 9 months old. That is a difference of 6 months...more than 1/3 of her age. What the hell???

So, G has to have a pelvic ultrasound tomorrow to look at her development and rule out any cysts, tumors or anything like that. Oh, yeah, they want my 15 month old to drink 32 oz. of water 1 hour before the u/s so she has a full bladder. Um...32 oz of water would fill more than her bladder...and how the hell am I supposed to keep her from peeing to keep her bladder full?

I keep telling myself that I AM sure it's nothing, she is perfectly normal in every other way, it's got to just be a developmental quirk. But if anything turns up in the u/s the doctor is going to order additional blood work and refer G to a pediatric endocrinologist. That scares the crap out of me. Please tell me how this is nothing to worry about, ok? Thanks.