Logan and I headed to Seattle Children’s on Monday morning. As I was driving in, I thought about what a sad place a children’s hospital is–oncology, neurology, cardiology. Fortunately, our visit was short and sweet. We first met with the craniofacial pediatrician, who examined Logan and said other than the metopic (forehead) ridge, his skull looked beautiful. She noted you could see the pink parts of the corner of his eyes, and his temples weren’t caved in, etc. She wanted the plastic surgeon to see him, just in case, but said she was sure Logan didn’t need surgery. The plastic surgeon came in with a CF fellow and a med student to show them what a baby WITHOUT craniosynostosis looked like. It was funny, because he spoke to them in medical terms, then repeated in layman’s terms for me, but after all my research, I knew exactly what he was saying the first time. He said the ridge would become less noticeable with time, and I was like, “Great! See ya!” On the way out, Jenny (my ENT friend) found me and we chatted for a minute. It was nice that she was there to support me in case I got bad news. I walked out of there 10 pounds lighter. I don’t know if my pediatrician is just extra thorough, or if she’s getting kickbacks from the specialists (I was able to ascertain that her and the CF pediatrician had trained together because they used similar language when talking to me), but the next time I see her, I have to say, “You scared the hell out of me!”
When we got home all I wanted to do was take a nap. Shay had made us a delicious dinner so the rest of the day was just a chance to unwind from all that stress. I definitely felt so much love and support and prayers, even if it was just a brief scare.
In other news, Logan, our anti-affection child, has become super snuggly. I don’t know if it’s because he’s sick (teething, diarrhea) or if he felt our anxiety about him, but over the past few days all he has wanted to do it hug and snuggle us and be held. It’s wonderful and exhausting at the same time, but Christopher and are I are both appreciating it. Even when he was a tiny baby, he didn’t like to cuddle.