Van bakboord na stuurboord

The title translates to From port to starboard. It's a saying in my hometongue when you get send from one person to the next to the next to the next, without resolving the issue at hand. Well, that's precisely how I feel at this moment. From GP to Pead to Cardiologist to ENT....

So yes, that's our next step. The Ear, Nose and throat specialist. :-( Four specialists in little more than a week. FUN (not). So, the pediatric cardiologist couldn't find anything wrong either. Good news is, his heart is structurally perfect!! No deformities, valves working perfectly, etc. Yay!!!

The bad news is, something probably is up, because his heart is slightly enlarged on the right side, and it beats too hard. But it's not caused by the heart itself, it's something else causing it. The area where it is enlarged, points to a chest/throat/sinus problem. She ruled out the lungs, no asthma or anything. So that leaves throat/sinus. Hence, the ENT next. He has to see if he can find the underlying cause, maybe like an anatomical deformity in the nose area. If not, then a sleep study overnight will be the next step.

Ag, this is just getting so frustrating. When can we have an issue with the kids that's just straightforward and easy to diagnose?! Does all parents go through this type of thing? Why do I feel so alone in this then? Even Mr N remarked on the way home that it's strange that we have 3 older kids, and one after the other we're finding something "wrong" with each one. And everytime they were age 5...

It was a long, long day. I stood up early to take Monkeyman to school, and he was having none of that. Just wanted to sit. I coached him and eventually we left the house an hour later. Got back, put baby to sleep. Gave her lunch after her nap, cleaned the house, fetched Monkeyman and gave him a bath and washed his hair. Then gave him lunch. Pack the nappybag and put the kids in the car. Fetched Mr N and Boeboe from tennis (they had it directly after school). Drove directly to the hospital where the appointment was quite long with the sonar and EKG. Fortunately, they put a nice movie on for Mr N and Boeboe, so we only had to deal with a (very tired) baby and Monkeyman. By the time we got home, it was after 6pm and dark and cold. And the minute Monkeyman stepped inside, he said he's nauseous. I took him to the bathroom where he promptly threw up (in the loo fortunately). He lied down on his couch, and perked up later and haven't vomitted again. Not sure what's going on?!

So ya, eventful and LONG day. Thank goodness it's weekend. I'm in desperate need of sleep (Peanut's cutting her top teeth), relaxation and distraction. I'm taking the kids shopping for winter clothes tomorrow and on Sunday we're celebrating Mothersday. I'm hoping for a day where I don't need to do much. But with a baby in the house, I doubt if that'll pan out this year, LOL.