Monday, I took Nolan to the doctor to check his ears. As you may know, we have had two ear infections in a month and a half. Dr. Ladd checked his ears and gave us the green light. Told me that Nolan was no longer sick, so it was now time to let him cry it out in his crib..again. I love that guy...he is a straight talker! As he was checking his lungs to be sure the bronchiloitis had cleared up, I thought to myself "man he is spending more time doing that than the last time we were here". He asked me if Nolan had a paci because he needed him to be really quiet. At that point, I knew something was not right. He sat down and reassured me that his ears and lungs were perfect, but we needed to talk about his heart. Talk about your stomach hitting the floor. From that point on he might as well have been the teacher from Charlie Brown. His mouth was moving, but I really was not paying attention. I heard murmur, swooshing sound, pediatric cardiologist, and we will call you tomorrow for an appointment. Everything else might as well have been German. He was very calm, gave me a big pat on the back, and told me that if he thought it was too serious he would be driving me to Vandy himself. Have I mentioned that we love Nolan's doctor? I did a pretty good job of keeping cool. I did not google...something I am very proud of. I tend to google all medical conditions and scare the crap out of myself. The next day a nurse called and said she got us an appointment for the very next day. Yay! This meant I didn't have to sit a stew about this for very long. The stars all aligned and I even had a snow day on the day of his appointment :) Now, remember when I said I was "keeping cool"?? Well, that all went to hell in a hand basket as I drove around Vanderbilt Children's Hospital. I was so confused. I gave my self a half hour to find a spot and get to his appointment. Plenty of time in a typical situation, but this was not typical. I was taking my sweet little man to a hospital where sick kids go...not kids with a cold, ear infection, or crazy rashes. This is a hospital for SICK kids, and I had a hard time putting Nolan in that category. I drove around trying to figure out where I was suppose to go, where I was suppose to park, how was I suppose to find my husband in a parking garage with no cell service. I had to stop my car and have a good cry. I think I held all my worry in the past 48 hours, and it needed to come out. I think Brad thought I was having a nervous breakdown when he found me. He is so good at calming me down, and we were able to get inside on time :) I am sure I looked like a hot mess, but we made it! As we sat in the waiting room, I looked at the other kids and wondered what was going on with them. This was the cardiology floor after all. They looked like normal, healthy, thriving children and that made me feel a little better. All but one. A little girl was there waiting to see her doctor and she looked sick. Tired, pale, and just looked like she needed to go home a lie on the couch. I am guessing her little heart was having a hard time, and I stopped my thoughts right there and said a little prayer for her. We finally went back to see the doctor...we thought. First we had a heart eco...Nolan was perfect. Second, we had a EKG...Nolan was perfect. Third, he had his blood pressure taken twice on all four limbs...Nolan began to have enough. After an hour or more of tests we were finally taken to an exam room. We waited and waited and waited until finally a nurse came in a listened to his heart and said the doctor was looking at his results...she would be right in. 30 minutes later in pops the doctor. 3o minutes?????????? Ohhh I was fuming. Not only was Nolan needing a nap, he was just tired of being there and so was I. 3o minutes was just long enough for me to sit and think about what might be wrong. Who needs that much time to look at a heart eco? There is either a hole or there isn't!! When the doctor came in, she was very nice and reassuring. Nolan does have a hole, but it is small. She said that it should close on it's own by the time he is three, and if not they would not touch it unless it was causing problems with his blood pressure. Ohhhh the relief that came over my body. I was so happy!!! I knew that it would be more than likely a minor issue, but as a parent you can help but worry. As we left the hospital, I could not help but think to myself "Thank you God for my baby's hole in his heart". We saw so many children there that were obviously battling much bigger conditions. I got in my car, buckled up, and put her in reverse. I had a moment of panic because I really was not sure I how I got in the parking garage, and really didn't know how to get out :) Eventually figured it out and then laughed at myself for having such a meltdown :) Here are a few pictures of my sweet, loud, snugly, hard headed, smiley, impatient chunk of love. Also, I tried to break this up in to paragraphs to make it easier to read, but blogger is being dorky. Sorry :)
He is getting better about sitting up...30 seconds or so before falling over :)
He is now acepting of tummy time. If he doesn't want to do it anymore, he just rolls over...concept ;)
If you click the pic to make it bigger, you can see his hair sticking straight up. Cracks me up because Brad's hair does the exact same thing when it is too long.
And this is mid fall :)
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