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Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Ups and Downs, life is still "exciting"

Today was Logan's appointment. The hubby was able to get off work early to watch the other three kids, so I could take Logan alone. Which turned out to be a really good thing, because the exam room ended up being about the size of a postage stamp. We got Logan's weight and height and vital signs. (He weighs 40 lbs. and is almost 43 inches tall if you are curious)

The doctor came in, and I held my breath and got ready. She asked why we were there, and I went through the whole spiel about all the therapies he has been in, which ones they had been recommending we add, yadda yadda yadda. And lo and behold, we got a military doctor who entered all of the referrals in without a question.

There are certain parenting decisions we have made that I am not going to get into, but I will say they can be controversial. The doctor brought up the subject, and I braced myself. Ready for a fight, I answered her first question with a "no", and got ready to defend myself. The dr. answered with an "ok." And I was left all ready to fight, with no one there to fight. It was then I realized that we have been blessed with a dr. who is not going to give us crap. Which is awesome.

Then things took a turn for the not so good. She did a quick exam on Logan, and while she was listening to his chest, started asking me questions about whether or not he's ever turned blue or gotten winded while he was playing. I said he had not, and she informed me that she heard a heart murmur. After confirming with me that no doctor has ever mentioned one before, she listened again to make sure, and said she definitely heard one. So we now have a referral that we hadn't been bargaining on, to a pediatric cardiologist.

I am trying not to worry. At this same age, Lindsay's dr. had heard one in her as well, and all tests came out well. It seems hers is barely even there, the dr. in the end said it was more like extra noise than an actual murmur, and that was that. So I am hopeful that it will end up being similar with Logan. But trying not to worry can be the same as trying to not look at something after someone has told you "Don't look!" The heart is one of those scary things for something to be wrong, if not the scariest.

When we left the appointment, I needed a pick me up, so we stopped at Starbucks. (this army hospital has a Starbucks in the lobby, so they are already infinitely better than the one at Fort Hood!) I got something for myself, and got Logan a special drink. I can't tell you how much my heart almost burst of the cuteness of a 4 year old sitting on a bench swinging his legs and drinking out of a Starbucks cup.

So anyways, good thoughts and vibes and prayers and all that towards Logan's heart would be much appreciated. I wouldn't be able to stand something like that being wrong with my little man.


angi said...

thinking about you & Logan...

The Mrs. said...

Sending you lots of prayers and positive vibes.

Big (((HUGS))) to you and cutie pie Logan!