First for business. We had Luke’s follow-up appointment with the amazing Dr. George, his neurosurgeon. Luke’s spot on the back of his head (the fontanelle that’s still open) is mildly concerning. But, Dr. G wants to go the conservative route, watch it for the next couple of years and give it time to close. At age 3, if it hasn’t closed, then we do surgery. He was pleased with Luke’s incision healing and with Luke’s developmental progress. So impressed, that he said, “I’ll see you in a year.” Whoa Nellie.
If my math is correct, after the flurry of visits this week and next, we’ll only have TWO doctor visits the rest of 2010. But, I shouldn’t be counting any chickens just yet 🙂
Now for the ‘rest of the story.’ I neglected to tell you that prior to receiving that stellar news, I was wrangling five kids in the car, the parking garage, the two elevator trips, the waiting room and the patient room…then the hallway, two elevator trips, the parking garage and back to the car for our ride home. I think I aged 25 years during that little excursion. Some would wonder why I took five kids to the neurosurgeon. Um, two things:
1. Getting in to see Dr. George is like getting into Ft. Knox. You have to make your appointment months in advance, people. And, you don’t really get to choose your ideal time. His staff does. He may be awesome, but that also means he’s popular. As we tell our kids often, “you get what you get and you don’t throw a fit.”
2. I gave the Nanny some time off. HA! Unless you know of an imaginary nanny that resides at my house, I’m the primary caretaker. As much as I wanted to leave some at home and strap some to the top of the van, better judgment prevailed and I took them all with me. Hey, it is what it is, right?
Today, even though we were his first appointment, along with three other patients, it just took longer than usual. I’m guessing that the other two kiddos were a higher priority than Luke. And, in our experience with doctors, I’d rather be the last one seen because that means things are humming along just fine.
I had to bite my tongue when the lady on the fourth elevator trip asked me if all the kids were mine. For a split second I thought about being a smart a**, but then thought better of it. It was just a long morning. At least the long morning ended with some really good news. I’m off to bed to say a prayer of thanksgiving for Luke’s continued progress, my continued sanity and the fact that my kids survived yet another doctor’s waiting room. They were real troopers.