June
2010
Medical Update0
After a hiatus of a couple of months, we headed once again to DHMC last Monday for our long awaited eye appointment. Plus many others.
Dorrie was very pleased to be in the car for the first half of the trip, and was all smiles. But she must have realized that nothing good can come of being in the car for a very long time, because eventually her mood deteriorated and the square tongue came out.
She calmed down once we got her out of her car seat, and was delighted to be in her chair. We proceeded to our first appointment of the day, dermatology. We had to wait a little while, but were then ushered in to a largish room where the nurse apologized and said ‘the appointment was booked wrong’. I was starting to debate whether I needed to be annoyed or concerned, but the doctor came in anyway and she was one of the people who had already seen Dorrie last year, so I’m not sure what the big deal was. She examined the thing on her arm and said even though it looked different it still looked like [some long word I still can't remember] — basically a calcium cyst. We’re to let dermatology know if she’s going to be put under for anything else, and then they’ll remove it.
5 minutes, in and out. Very swift. So upstairs we went for our next appointment. Which, surprise, was with Dr Optimist! She hadn’t been on our schedule at all, but we hadn’t seen her since Feb(!) so this was not a problem. I went off to have some lunch, because we were told we’d have to wait 30m before going back to a room. Typically, Bob and Dorrie were called back about 5m after I left.
I returned to find Dorrie, to her extreme displeasure, had been MEASURED. She was still calming down from this dread experience and Bob was trying to get in between her flailing limbs to change her diaper. We managed to calm her down enough to get the diaper done, and then had a much more calm weigh-in. (Stats: 35″, 28.6lb, which tallies almost exactly with the numbers we’d taken at home)
Then Dr. Optimist arrived, and Dorrie eyed her with great suspicion. But she still had her clothes on, so I think she felt relatively safe, and so the stethoscope was endured without much trauma. We talked about her meds and her growth and about weaning and what to try next. I wanted to try and wean oxygen during the day before worrying about the vent at night, so that’s what we’re going to do. Nurse L wasn’t there, so everyone wimped out and labs were postponed once again, until July.
Then the eye nurse came in and put drops in D’s eyes, which she did not like at all. But she got over it pretty fast when no further indignities were immediately forthcoming. Sporting her awesome sunglasses, we moved to a different exam room.
And then a miracle occurred. The eye doctor came in and Dorrie smiled. And she continued to smile and laugh and be perfectly happy to stare at him and through his little lenses and at his light. So unlike last time, where he managed a 2 second peek in each eye, just barely long enough to confirm her retinas were properly attached, this time he got to stare and stare.
What we learned: no cataracts or other issues like that. Cornea and lenses are clear.
What we didn’t learn: anything about acuity. The laser surgery left too much scar tissue on the retina for shining a light manually to let him measure the reflection and figure out what kind of correction she needs.
But he agreed that based on her enthusiastic response to the things he was holding up and her excellent tracking, she certainly sees, and probably sees pretty well. We’ll keep trying to get a more exact assessment.
So that was appointment three. We headed to yet another exam room for appointment four. Unfortunately, Dorrie’s eyes were still dilated and this new room had no dimmer, so we had to try and keep her sunglasses on. She didn’t like that much, as she was tired of them (and tired in general.) The last appointment was neuro, and she wasn’t especially keen to have her reflexes tested; it had been a long day of people looking at her already by this point.
Neuro didn’t have any super helpful recommendations. I’m not sure what I expected him to say, but it’s discouraging to have no particular idea of how to improve her delays beyond therapy therapy therapy. Which is ok but it’s slow and hard to get.
Dorrie was not impressed by Neuro at all, and while we were talking, she finally convinced me to take away her sunglasses. So she sat there instead with her eyes closed and very soon fell asleep. And then the second miracle occurred. She remained asleep as we left the office, rode the elevator and bumped our way back to the car. She stayed asleep as we stuffed her back into her car seat and got her buckled in. She slept while daddy made phone calls from the back seat. She finally woke up shortly before we stopped for gas, about a third or half of the way home.
Amazing.