not skywalker

my name is anika. a-nick-a. not a-neek-a ... and yes, people HAVE told me before that it's like annikin skywalker. but i'm not.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Even Better Than Winning the Lottery:

When our little baby Josh was born, one of his feet was puffy. He wasn't in pain and it was a little bit of edema, but it was still perplexing for the doctors and pediatricians at the hospital. And then a self proclaimed new nurse thought she heard a heart murmur. Josh was immediately brought to the nurses' station but no one else could hear the murmur. Not doctors, not nurses, not even the new nurse when she tried a second time.

The pediatrician and my doctor consulted about it and decided to send us to the department of Genetics at Children's Hospital. The only thing they could come up with as a cause of the puffy foot (and possibly of a heart murmur if there was one) was Noonans. Even so, they said, they were not convinced that this was the cause of Joshua's symptom.

For seven months I worried about my little wiggle. I read about the syndrome. I cried. "You can't cry over a puffy foot, sweetie," Jason said. "All we know is that one of his feet was a bit puffy." But I still cried. And every time Joshua cried I wondered if it was because of his foot. Or another symptom I didn't know about. He smiled around the same age as my other boys. He rolled over, sat up and developed similarly to them as well. And every check up at the doctor's was perfect. No heart murmur. No concerns. But always in the back of my mind was the possibility that my littlest love may never have a normal little kid life.

And then we finally got an appointment at Children's. When I talked to our family doctor about it he said "I think they'll tell you that they haven't seen such a beautiful baby in a long time." I hoped. I braced myself for the worst. I cried. I bit my nails. I snuggled my littlest love. Jason held my hand and kissed my forehead. "It's going to be ok" he said. We met with two very kind doctors. They thoroughly went over Joshua's health and measurements. They interviewed us for a long time.

And then they said the words every parent in our situation would die to hear: "Little Joshua is healthy and we see no reason to have you back here for another meeting"

What an amazing moment!


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Best. post. ever.

Sorry, that expression is so over done by now that you might think I'm being glib. I'm really not. I have kids, too. And I can only imagine the wonderful release of anxiety that the doctors' words must have allowed.

:) thebirdofparadise

June 20, 2010 12:26 AM  

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