The last couple of weeks have been another marathon of doctor’s appointments as we finally got the medical records issue sorted – kind of – and visited Atti’s pediatrician. He is. AMAZING. Staying late to meet with us, cheering me on to be Atti’s advocate with the schools, being proactive in all the ways I’d hoped he’d be (referrals) but easy going in the other ways I’d like him to be (antibiotics).
But the pediatrician being totally on the ball means that I have to step up my game too as we drove from one end of the Bay Area to the other end of the Central Valley meeting with specialists and spending hours and hours in the pharmacy waiting for medications.
One of the specialists was a pediatric ophthalmologist who recommended we start patching Atti’s eye again and have another surgery by the end of the year. This time, though, I’m not even going to attempt to use patches and instead we’re jumping straight ahead to using dilating drops to accomplish the same task.
Then we saw the urologist, who felt Atti up and then rushed us – efficiently, not panicked – right to his surgery scheduler. Tomorrow Atti has to go in for surgery on his boy parts. Nothing alarming, just a regular hazard of being a baby boy and things not dropping when they’re supposed to, but something we have to take care of before he gets any bigger and it turns into something to be alarmed about.
This has all been exhausting. Looks like Atti will have two surgeries this year, but hey, he made it through his whole second year without one. He’s due.
Atti’s surgery starts at 7am tomorrow morning and then I imagine I’ll have my hands full with a very cranky little boy, so I’ll catch up with you all here Monday morning. Be well friends, and may all your boy and girl parts be just where they’re supposed to be.