So we received Monkeyman's blood test results back. Everything came back normal, except his serotonin level. It was something in the low 20's, while it should be something like 27-300+. The pead said it usually points to an iron deficiency, and has put him on iron supplementation. I'm hoping to see an improvement soon! I'm so glad nothing worse is wrong...:)
Boeboe started her medication, we'll see how it goes.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Back to the pead
Well, after getting totally fed-up with the nr 2 accidents, I made an appointment for Boeboe with the pead. We went to see her yesterday. I took both Boeboe and Monkeyman, but more on little monkey later on. She gave Boeboe a check-up, and said that she's definitely not impacted again. So it's not constipation causing the accidents. I told her about occult tethered cord, and she immediately jumped on her computer and searched the term. After reading a little bit, she sounded very interested and I got the impression it made her really, really think.
But in the meantime, she had to try and help Boeboe. She put her on higher doses of Laxette, with movicol, in the hope that it would keep things more flowing. She also prescribed oxybutynin again. Aaarrrgghhh. But she's adamant, we have to give it a try. I agreed. It's the extended release version again, the one Boeboe got last year November. She urged me to go back to the neurosurgeon we went to see in March. She said it will be like re-inventing the wheel to go see a new neurosurgeon. I don't agree, but feel pressured. She spoke to dr W and that was his opinion. The pead was supposed to phone the children's hospital for us, but decided against it until we hear what dr M, the neurosurgeon, says.
Monkeyman...ah, my little baby. I love his quiet, calm, serene personality. I really do. But at some point, about 6 months ago, I realised that it's not normal for a baby of 2 years, to only play little stints at a time, before needing to "rest". He would play for about 30 minutes, maybe an hour, then he'd fetch his "bersie en doedoe" - his blanket and bottle. He'd lay down on the couch, request to watch tv (or not) and just lay for about half an hour to rest. Before playing again. So I took him with to the pead yesterday. She did a whole batch of blood tests, though both she and me think it's his iron. She showed me how extremely pale he is. Not only his face, but his whole body. I'm so proud of little Monkey. He didn't even cry when they drew the blood! I held him literally ontop of me, lying on the bed. And I spoke in his ear the whole time, so he barely noticed what they were doing. I was so immensely relieved.
But in the meantime, she had to try and help Boeboe. She put her on higher doses of Laxette, with movicol, in the hope that it would keep things more flowing. She also prescribed oxybutynin again. Aaarrrgghhh. But she's adamant, we have to give it a try. I agreed. It's the extended release version again, the one Boeboe got last year November. She urged me to go back to the neurosurgeon we went to see in March. She said it will be like re-inventing the wheel to go see a new neurosurgeon. I don't agree, but feel pressured. She spoke to dr W and that was his opinion. The pead was supposed to phone the children's hospital for us, but decided against it until we hear what dr M, the neurosurgeon, says.
Monkeyman...ah, my little baby. I love his quiet, calm, serene personality. I really do. But at some point, about 6 months ago, I realised that it's not normal for a baby of 2 years, to only play little stints at a time, before needing to "rest". He would play for about 30 minutes, maybe an hour, then he'd fetch his "bersie en doedoe" - his blanket and bottle. He'd lay down on the couch, request to watch tv (or not) and just lay for about half an hour to rest. Before playing again. So I took him with to the pead yesterday. She did a whole batch of blood tests, though both she and me think it's his iron. She showed me how extremely pale he is. Not only his face, but his whole body. I'm so proud of little Monkey. He didn't even cry when they drew the blood! I held him literally ontop of me, lying on the bed. And I spoke in his ear the whole time, so he barely noticed what they were doing. I was so immensely relieved.
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