We dropped off Wes and then headed to Johnston to see Dr. Klingbeil at ChildServe. Norah started melting down as soon as we walked in. Seriously. I don't even know how she knew it was a medical facility. But she did. Her meltdown didn't end until we left. So like an hour and a half of Norah crying, which did fade to sniffles a couple of times before escalating again.
Dr. Fred likes to have a picture of his patients for the file. She freaked out so we waited and finally got one where she wasn't full out screaming but was red and puffy with sad eyes cuddling with Nick and, of course, Minnie Mouse.
The nurse came in to do medial history. It's like when we took Norah to her 2 week appointment with questions scout pregnancy and birth. We answered those for CS in Ames and for Early access, too. Then more questions about when she hit early gross motor milestones like rolling and sitting.
Then we did measurements, which Norah hated. It was all kilograms and centimeters so I won't pretend to know what that all meant. #Americanandclueless
Dr. Fred came in and asked some more medical history and clarified a few things. He then did a quick examination, which she freaked out during and then talked a little more. He pretty much ruled out tethered cord syndrome. That would have meant surgery, but at least it is fixable.
He thinks that it is more likely a sensory difficuency thing. He gave us some things to try and said he will suggest some things to Jill, too.
He said it could also be a mild cerebral palsy. The only way to know for sure right now is to do a test like an MRI or cat scan, both of which require general anesthesia, and so, like Dr. Nau, he is hesitant. Dr. Fred said if that was the case, they'd do PT to help, which we are already doing...
I don't really want to put Norah through that, but, again, I wish Coventry wasn't such a joke and would actually pay for something. Ugh.
So, today wasn't what I wanted. I wanted him to say, of course Norah doesn't have a disorder she will have to love with forever. Did I expect that? No, but I can wish, right? I just want my little girl to have a normal, happy life. :( I am feeling helpless and like I wish I could do more. Moms want to fix things. I can't. :(
I hope that two years from now I can look back and see this as a distant memory. Not knowing is so hard.
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