A Good Dr. Day

Just a brief update for the readers. This morning I went back to work. The work day was fine. Leaving to go to work was very difficult for me. As I backed out of the driveway, I saw my wife holding my daughter waiving goodbye with my puppy on her back two legs looking through the screen door. It was like a scene from a movie. It was a pretty long drive to work. As I sat through the welcoming speeches, my cell phone buzzed, and it was Lindsey. We had a pediatrician appointment this morning for a weight check. Lindsey wrote "And the tally is Myla - 2, Mommy - 1. Myla barfed up her medicine. I also brought the Vera diaper bag that has no wipes and newborn diapers. I score 1 because Myla weighs 10 lbs 13 ounces." For those keeping track, that's 10 oz in 8 days and a solid 10th percentile. She is slowly climbing the growth chart. I wanted to interrupt the superintendent's speech and shout the news to the entire auditorium. I didn't. I just quietly smiled to myself.

Later this afternoon, Mommy and Myla met up with Gram at CHOP for her neurologist appointment. Lindsey called me to tell me that she was glad I didn't take off work to go because the neurologist told us that there was nothing neurologically wrong with Myla and actually questioned why we were even there. We questioned it to. It was a good news doctor day.

Tomorrow is probably the most nerve wracking day for me yet. Tomorrow is Myla's sweat test at CHOP. A sweat test is a diagnostic tool used to detect Cystic Fibrosis. Cystic Fibrosis is a chronic, life shortening disease. These thoughts made my stomach churn. I was screened as part of the pre-pregnancy Jewish Genetic Screening test. I am not a carrier of any of the 30 most common mutations of CF. Myla had the newborn screening and was found to be within normal limits. These tests are not foolproof but make it pretty unlikely that Myla has CF. Nonetheless, as a part, again, it makes my stomach churn. If there was day we needed your prayers, tomorrow is it. Thanks.