So I was just kidding when I said that we had no doc appts for the rest of the week. Little did I know that our ped's office would get us in so quick for flu shots and a recap of everything going on with Nate's specialists. Abby's been stressing about the flu shot ever since she heard me talking to the receptionist on the phone yesterday, so she decided to figure out how to induce a 102 degree fever during her unusual nap today, getting her a pass on the flu shot until next month. (Amanda! I am totally hoping that this fever is just a fluke. She has no other symptoms, so I am crossing my fingers, but it's not looking good for this weekend. Dude, are we ever going to get together?)Anywho, I took crayons with me so the girls could entertain themselves by coloring on the paper thingy that covers the exam table while we waited for the doc. Abby wrote her name...first and last name with wonderful penmanship, if I may add...which totally made me beam with pride that our pediatrician would see it and realize how smart she truly is. Come on, don't pretend that you don't think the same things sometimes. I'm only being honest here.
And then I peeked over to inspect the gorgeous portrait of a stick figure that Emma was finishing. It had crazy hair, three eyes (that she later told me were two eyes and a nose), a smile that stretches past it's football-shaped face, 2 arms growing out of it's ears, and 3 legs sprouting from it's chin.
After praising my artistic child for her incredible work, she gave me a run through on each body part...where I was informed that her brilliant drawing did not include 3 legs, but was rather an anatomically correct portrait of her little brother. Hummmm, wonder how much therapy that will cost her when she gets older.
Their peciatrician got a laugh from it. I also laughed...in a sort of "dude, these kids are totally going to make me completely grey by the time I'm 30" kind of way.Nathan received an additional reflux scrip for zantac to take with the prevacid as an attempt to get him to stop spitting up/coughing/hiccuping/gagging quite so much and hopefully to SLEEP at night. This kid absolutely positively won't sleep more than 2-3 hours at a time at night, and it is exhasuting. I was just spoiled with the girls being such good sleepers. I talked to the ped about him not sleeping who suggested that we should ferberize him when we are able to completely rule out fatty acid oxidation disorders...if he has an FOD, we will have to give him night feedings until he is 2. But since we don't know what is going on metabolically with him right now, we can't really let him go all night without eating. Every night, I dream of getting a hotel room and sleeping for 10 hours straight...heck, I'll even take 8 hours. It's been 8 months since I've slept 8 straight hours. Okay, enough whining from me. I'm blaming it on the lack of sleep. :)
Oh, and I thought it was very fitting that the appt was primarily to talk about Nate's reflux and he just so happened to hurl all over his check-out sheet...twice.
Oh yeah...we got the appt date for our genetics appt here. Ready for this? May 19, 2009. All I could do was laugh at that. Turns out that if you truly do have something genetic, it isn't going away anytime soon, so what's the use in seeing you sooner? If we hadn't been warned about the long wait to see them before now, I'd be a freakin'! But this makes me even more glad that we are going to ATL for the biopsy...Dr. Shoffner is a geneticist. And we should have the results from the biopsy by the time we see genetics down here which would tell them if we still need to try to figure out this mystery or just talk about the genetics of it all...ie: how the girls could be affected, how our future grandchildren could be affected, how it is passed down, etc.