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is it that late already?
Oct. 26th, 2005 09:35 amGuh. Almost Halloween, and I've barely thought about it.
After two failed sweat chloride tests and being told to get another prescription and bring the baby back for another test in a month, and not seeing any symptoms of CF in the baby (well, other than the poor weight gain), we took the baby up north for a second opinion to Rice's uncle, the GP. He's been practicing for at least 30 years, and is a fine doc.
He actually looked at the kid holistically. (Which was cool.) He said a lot of the things I'd been saying: he's healthy otherwise, no other symptoms of CF or any other illnesses/disorders/etc., he's developing on track if not ahead, he's alert, interactive, and has chubby areas. He looks healthy. He may just be skinny. We also looked at Rice's growth chart (my MIL keeps everything like that -- what a doll). He was below the fifth percentile in weight (like William) until he was fourteen. That was the year he found his growth and went through four or five pant sizes in one school year.
Doc says: feed him, love him, and he'll either catch up or make his own little curve.
Sigh of relief.
Not a lot of writing happened last week or this week. (Only a 100 words or so here and there.) GAH! Still in the middle of the most recent story. So much to do, and so little ... inclination, I suppose. I just need to get back on the old horse and go for it. The not writing is making me crazy. Must get back into it. Must retain some sanity.
Still trying to deal with the impending marriage. Double GAH! I found one person that's excited (other than the Crazy and co.) -- my mother. And that folks, if you knew anything about my mother, would tell you right there what a bad idea this is.
After two failed sweat chloride tests and being told to get another prescription and bring the baby back for another test in a month, and not seeing any symptoms of CF in the baby (well, other than the poor weight gain), we took the baby up north for a second opinion to Rice's uncle, the GP. He's been practicing for at least 30 years, and is a fine doc.
He actually looked at the kid holistically. (Which was cool.) He said a lot of the things I'd been saying: he's healthy otherwise, no other symptoms of CF or any other illnesses/disorders/etc., he's developing on track if not ahead, he's alert, interactive, and has chubby areas. He looks healthy. He may just be skinny. We also looked at Rice's growth chart (my MIL keeps everything like that -- what a doll). He was below the fifth percentile in weight (like William) until he was fourteen. That was the year he found his growth and went through four or five pant sizes in one school year.
Doc says: feed him, love him, and he'll either catch up or make his own little curve.
Sigh of relief.
Not a lot of writing happened last week or this week. (Only a 100 words or so here and there.) GAH! Still in the middle of the most recent story. So much to do, and so little ... inclination, I suppose. I just need to get back on the old horse and go for it. The not writing is making me crazy. Must get back into it. Must retain some sanity.
Still trying to deal with the impending marriage. Double GAH! I found one person that's excited (other than the Crazy and co.) -- my mother. And that folks, if you knew anything about my mother, would tell you right there what a bad idea this is.
