Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Failure to Thrive
Warning: The following post is more of a therapy session for myself than a post letting everyone in bloggy land, who too have grown fond of my son, know the results of today's doctor's visit. However, if you are game to join my therapy session continue onward with post.
Going to the doctor today, I kind of set myself up for disappointment. I was convinced that since he had gained weight that I had fixed the problem. So when the doctor walked into the room these were my enthusastic words, "He's gained two pounds in 5 weeks, I am here for you to tell me that his test results are all normal!" Her exact words, "I wish they were!" I think all the blood drained from my freckled face at that moment in time.
What happened next I know all too well, but instead this time I was on the other end. As an educator of children with special needs I know the routine. First, you tell the parents all the positive things about their child and then you gently let them know their delays or areas of concerns.
She proceeds to tell me as she is bringing the computer screen closer to me "Well, let's sit down and go over these results together." She shows me all the areas of the tests that looked good. In fact, he is no longer anemic. He doesn't have Thalassemia, Cystic Fibrous, Celiacs or any of the other things she wanted to rule out. Then she went to the test that showed his bone age. Bryson is more than 2 standard deviations off his bone age. This would not be such a big deal if he was a pre-teen or teenager because for older children that just means they are going to grow more later. However, for Bryson at his age and such a deviation it most likely means that something more is wrong, especially since his growth hormone test and thyroid test were within normal limits.
As soon as she got the test results, she put our referral in to see the endocrinologist. So we should be getting an appt time soon. She wouldn't discuss what it could be. She said that was the job of the specialist and that there are too many things it could be for her to try and guess.
She put a positive spin on it by saying, "At least we are narrowing down his failure to thrive." Have I told you how much I don't like that term? It just doesn't seem right for my son who has so much life, resilience and spunk! I guess I take it personal, like I am not doing something right for him to still be labeled "failure to thrive!"
We left there with me being sad that there is just one more thing that makes life harder for Mr. B. I am sure he sensed it through my plastic smile.
But only as he can do, he brought laughter to my heart as we passed through the swine infected waiting room. He tapped both of my mammaries and said, "Mama, why do you have two babies in your tummy?" I laughed and said, "Bryson those are not babies." He said, "What are they?"
"My mammies son, my mammies!"