Well, let's see here. It's been AGES since I wrote. I have no excuses, just an apology.
Meanwhile, Chad came home from deployment. We traveled to WI to visit the in-laws, to Chicago for cousin Holly's wedding, to MI so Chad could finally meet my grandparents (only three years into our marriage!), and then back to WI before finally flying back to CO. Wylie had his 12 month check-up, got his five 12-month shots, got his flu shot, got a CT scan with contrast, and got his synagis vaccine (for RSV) yesterday. We go meet with the pediatric surgeon on the 2nd of December. I read the report, and from what I can discern, the CCAM is still there. For those of you who don't recall, that means surgery is in his future.
I think those are the big things for now. I'll try to write more soon. And by soon, I don't mean 5 months from now. I mean like later this week. Promise. Well, I'll try. I'm only human!
Showing posts with label pediatric surgery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pediatric surgery. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
That's All Folks!
Weeeeellllllll - I've got a lot to recap for you.
First, and focused on me - I went to the dentist last week for the first time in a year and half. I was expecting to have my lower back left molar worked on, you know, since I'M MISSING PART OF IT. Turns out, I had much more pressing dental issues. There was a possibility I was going to have to have TWO root canals. Plus two crowns. Yikes. I hate going to the dentist. Well, luckily, when she got in there and was taking out the decay, she didn't actually have to go into the root cavity, so she didn't have to do a canal - but I did, obviously, have to have the crowns. So now I've got temporary crowns and my jaw still hurts like a sonuvabish. I go back on Friday to have the permanent crowns put on and have my cleaning. Gah. AND I maxed out my yearly allowance for dental coverage. In one visit. So when I have my back left molar fixed, that's going to come out of our pocket. Sweet.
Meanwhile, and on a much more positive note, we leave for MI next week and I'm so effin excited! I'm going to see my BFF KJ and my cousins and my sisters and some of Chad's family as well.
Also, Wylie is walking all around the living room hanging onto the furniture and is getting so excited to try and stand all on his own. I'm going with a friend on Thursday to the outlets to buy him some shoes from the StrideRight outlet. Also, this morning, he followed me up the four stairs from the family room into the kitchen! I was getting the trash ready to take out and I heard him making some noise, so I turned around to look, and he had followed me up the stairs!
My birthday went well - KJ and I went out to dinner and had a cocktail then we went to see Sex and the City 2. It was such a fun night. I'm so glad that she could be here to celebrate my birthday with me.
Today, I took Wylie to see the pediatric surgeon. Since the CCAM didn't show up on the x-rays, he's ordering a CT scan in six months and if it's present on the scan, we'll schedule the surgery then. Sigh. More waiting.
Well, I think that recaps all of the big things from the last few weeks or so.
First, and focused on me - I went to the dentist last week for the first time in a year and half. I was expecting to have my lower back left molar worked on, you know, since I'M MISSING PART OF IT. Turns out, I had much more pressing dental issues. There was a possibility I was going to have to have TWO root canals. Plus two crowns. Yikes. I hate going to the dentist. Well, luckily, when she got in there and was taking out the decay, she didn't actually have to go into the root cavity, so she didn't have to do a canal - but I did, obviously, have to have the crowns. So now I've got temporary crowns and my jaw still hurts like a sonuvabish. I go back on Friday to have the permanent crowns put on and have my cleaning. Gah. AND I maxed out my yearly allowance for dental coverage. In one visit. So when I have my back left molar fixed, that's going to come out of our pocket. Sweet.
Meanwhile, and on a much more positive note, we leave for MI next week and I'm so effin excited! I'm going to see my BFF KJ and my cousins and my sisters and some of Chad's family as well.
Also, Wylie is walking all around the living room hanging onto the furniture and is getting so excited to try and stand all on his own. I'm going with a friend on Thursday to the outlets to buy him some shoes from the StrideRight outlet. Also, this morning, he followed me up the four stairs from the family room into the kitchen! I was getting the trash ready to take out and I heard him making some noise, so I turned around to look, and he had followed me up the stairs!
My birthday went well - KJ and I went out to dinner and had a cocktail then we went to see Sex and the City 2. It was such a fun night. I'm so glad that she could be here to celebrate my birthday with me.
Today, I took Wylie to see the pediatric surgeon. Since the CCAM didn't show up on the x-rays, he's ordering a CT scan in six months and if it's present on the scan, we'll schedule the surgery then. Sigh. More waiting.
Well, I think that recaps all of the big things from the last few weeks or so.
Friday, October 2, 2009
A few things on my mind today. First, I go in for another non-stress test today - yay! That's kind of sarcastic - I have these tests twice a week now from here until the beginning of November. I'm still keeping my fingers crossed that I don't go so far past my due date (42 weeks gestation - someone will be dying at my hands if I have to go that far). I'm so uncomfortable as it is right now, just the thought of having to go two more weeks makes me want to tear my hair out and run screaming down the hall. So yeah. Could be cause for a descent into madness. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Okay, next on my mental docket: an epidural. I was very adamant that I did NOT want an epidural, but I've been watching an awful lot of A Baby Story on TLC and after talking to the doctor on Tuesday and having all my questions answered, I'm not really so scared of it anymore. More or less, I'm more comfortably operating on the "I'll try it natural first but leave my options open to an epidural". However, I'm kind of starting to think about what time of day I go into labor too - for instance, if I'm exhausted and it's been a long day and then I go into labor, I may go for the epidural a lot sooner than I may have originally. I don't know. Just at this point, I'm not as opposed to it as I was before. That's all I'm saying.
Okay, this one is a rant about facebook. I recently accepted a friend request from someone I went to high school with. I didn't really know the kid - it was more like we had some of the same friends. Well, this kid is the HEIGHT of annoyance. He's still a flipping idiot, just like he was in high school, except now he feels like he can actually talk to me. I have no idea what gave him that impression, but there you have it. So a little while ago, I had what I like to term My Own Personal Nuclear Meltdown. I was posting status updates befitting my emotional state on facebook, and this kid, he has the nerve to comment that maybe I should meet with him while he's in GR that weekend to discuss pharmaceutical options for improving my quality of life. I almost reached through my computer to choke him. A) I don't live in GR anymore, thankyouverymuch. B) I'm pregnant. C) PEOPLE HAVE BAD DAYS. That does not mean they need to be medicated. It's a part of life. A few days later, one of my friends who has four kids (she also went to my high school) was also having a bad day and he said much the same thing to her. Seriously, this guy works from some pharmaceutical company and is obviously COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS. Anyway, the straw that broke my back yesterday: I posted a link to the breast cancer site on facebook and mentioned that it was a free option for those who wanted to support breast cancer awareness and research. He opened a chat window with me to suggest that I try his mother's juice company because it supports breast cancer research. I told him that I wasn't interested as I have plenty of avenues on my own to support breast cancer awareness and research. I signed off of facebook and stewed about his impertinence and then I signed back into facebook, un-friended him, and then blocked him. I couldn't stand it anymore. I'm angry all over again just thinking about it. WHAT AN IDIOT! But taking such a small childish step really did make me feel better yesterday, lol.
Finally - the doctor's appointment yesterday. It was a consultation with the pediatric surgeon who will be doing the surgery to remove the cyst, provided that it is still present after birth. We discussed questions and outcomes and whatnot. The cyst is a type 1, meaning that it is made up of large nodules (easiest to detect, remove, etc.), rather than type 2 (many small cysts), or type 3 (different sizes and composition). So this is good (if you can call having something wrong "good". It's like when people try to comfort my cousin, who was diagnosed this past spring with thyroid cancer, that at least she has a good kind of cancer. If you are a person who says things like this, don't be surprised if someone hits you. This doesn't make someone feel better - in fact, it makes me want to stab you. Don't say I didn't warn you.). He said that when the baby is born, they will do an Xray to determine the presence/prominence of the cyst. From current indications, he predicts that they won't be able to see the cyst on this X-ray (good). At that point, we will go about our business as usual and let Munchkin grow for about 6 months to a year before performing a CT scan. That will serve to give us a better picture - if the cyst isn't visible then, we will leave it at that. If the cyst is visible on the CT, we will discuss surgery options. He said that surgery, should it be required, will mean the removal of a small portion of lung. This shouldn't impact Munchkin's ability to participate in athletic pursuits later in life, as long as he listens to his body (i.e. just like someone with asthma - listen to body cues, take it easy if he needs to), but that there is no reason he wouldn't be able to lead an active life.
All right, I do believe that is all for now. So, consider yourself updated. :)
Okay, next on my mental docket: an epidural. I was very adamant that I did NOT want an epidural, but I've been watching an awful lot of A Baby Story on TLC and after talking to the doctor on Tuesday and having all my questions answered, I'm not really so scared of it anymore. More or less, I'm more comfortably operating on the "I'll try it natural first but leave my options open to an epidural". However, I'm kind of starting to think about what time of day I go into labor too - for instance, if I'm exhausted and it's been a long day and then I go into labor, I may go for the epidural a lot sooner than I may have originally. I don't know. Just at this point, I'm not as opposed to it as I was before. That's all I'm saying.
Okay, this one is a rant about facebook. I recently accepted a friend request from someone I went to high school with. I didn't really know the kid - it was more like we had some of the same friends. Well, this kid is the HEIGHT of annoyance. He's still a flipping idiot, just like he was in high school, except now he feels like he can actually talk to me. I have no idea what gave him that impression, but there you have it. So a little while ago, I had what I like to term My Own Personal Nuclear Meltdown. I was posting status updates befitting my emotional state on facebook, and this kid, he has the nerve to comment that maybe I should meet with him while he's in GR that weekend to discuss pharmaceutical options for improving my quality of life. I almost reached through my computer to choke him. A) I don't live in GR anymore, thankyouverymuch. B) I'm pregnant. C) PEOPLE HAVE BAD DAYS. That does not mean they need to be medicated. It's a part of life. A few days later, one of my friends who has four kids (she also went to my high school) was also having a bad day and he said much the same thing to her. Seriously, this guy works from some pharmaceutical company and is obviously COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS. Anyway, the straw that broke my back yesterday: I posted a link to the breast cancer site on facebook and mentioned that it was a free option for those who wanted to support breast cancer awareness and research. He opened a chat window with me to suggest that I try his mother's juice company because it supports breast cancer research. I told him that I wasn't interested as I have plenty of avenues on my own to support breast cancer awareness and research. I signed off of facebook and stewed about his impertinence and then I signed back into facebook, un-friended him, and then blocked him. I couldn't stand it anymore. I'm angry all over again just thinking about it. WHAT AN IDIOT! But taking such a small childish step really did make me feel better yesterday, lol.
Finally - the doctor's appointment yesterday. It was a consultation with the pediatric surgeon who will be doing the surgery to remove the cyst, provided that it is still present after birth. We discussed questions and outcomes and whatnot. The cyst is a type 1, meaning that it is made up of large nodules (easiest to detect, remove, etc.), rather than type 2 (many small cysts), or type 3 (different sizes and composition). So this is good (if you can call having something wrong "good". It's like when people try to comfort my cousin, who was diagnosed this past spring with thyroid cancer, that at least she has a good kind of cancer. If you are a person who says things like this, don't be surprised if someone hits you. This doesn't make someone feel better - in fact, it makes me want to stab you. Don't say I didn't warn you.). He said that when the baby is born, they will do an Xray to determine the presence/prominence of the cyst. From current indications, he predicts that they won't be able to see the cyst on this X-ray (good). At that point, we will go about our business as usual and let Munchkin grow for about 6 months to a year before performing a CT scan. That will serve to give us a better picture - if the cyst isn't visible then, we will leave it at that. If the cyst is visible on the CT, we will discuss surgery options. He said that surgery, should it be required, will mean the removal of a small portion of lung. This shouldn't impact Munchkin's ability to participate in athletic pursuits later in life, as long as he listens to his body (i.e. just like someone with asthma - listen to body cues, take it easy if he needs to), but that there is no reason he wouldn't be able to lead an active life.
All right, I do believe that is all for now. So, consider yourself updated. :)
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