I mean teasing in 2 senses. First? This weekend was gorgeous. This weekend was the reason we were okay with moving south, away from our family and friends. In February, we had temps in the 60′s. And sunshine! We took the girls to the park (without hats or gloves or coats!) and they had a grand time running around. Tessa gets so tired of being cooped up that she’ll grab her coat and say “Bye-bye? Bye-bye?” and if I say “No” she starts throwing a little tantrum. But this weather was apparently all one big tease from Mother Nature. Today dawned gray and raining. And colder temps are on the way. Boo-hiss.
The other tease was mine. I mentioned a couple of weeks ago something medical that had come up with Tessa but I didn’t get into the details. Ya’ll know I’m not a secret keeper – I let it all hang out around here. But my psyche was feeling too fragile to open myself up to well meaning advice and stories. I just couldn’t do it. The doctor was concerned at her last well check that she still isn’t gaining weight appropriately. Her height shot up to the 33%tile while her weight fell to the 3%tile. He first wanted to test her for Cystic Fibrosis. I freaked out a little. I promised myself I wouldn’t google and I wouldn’t spell it out on my blog until I had the results from the test. (Head? Meet sand.)
The test was on Friday. I took her to our Children’s Hospital. Some of my long time readers might recall the memos I wrote after my first experience with that hospital. I will say that this visit was better than that first one but it wasn’t entirely positive. I won’t rant about it because I am too relieved that the results were negative. And Tessa was a trooper. She tends to have zero patience (no idea where she gets that from) but didn’t complain a bit – even when they hooked her up to a machine that looked like an old shock therapy experiment gone wrong.
Tessa was a little freaked out by the soft and uneven mulch at the playground.
I am so thankful and relieved that her tests were fine. But I really don’t like going to the Childrens Hospital. They try to make it bright and cheerful but the moment I walked in the door I started to cry. I had tears in my eyes for most of the 2.5 hours we were there. Some of the tears were because of my fear for Tessa but many were for the other children I saw. The ones who weren’t going home. Or the ones who obviously spent a lot of time of the hospital between trips home. For the parents of those beautiful children who worked hard to smile and be positive but the fear and worry and exhaustion was evident in their eyes. After our doctor called with the results, I sat down and cried some more. I was happy for us and so heartbroken for those families who weren’t ending their week with good news.
A little bit of levity – ya’ll know I’m not above making myself look like an idiot for comic relief.
I got lost in the parking garage. When we arrived, I had trouble finding the sky bridge that led over to the doctor’s tower. They said it was on the 2nd floor of the garage. I parked on the first floor (section 1E) and took the elevator to the 2nd floor. No sky bridge. I wandered and somehow ended up on the 3rd or 4th level so I took the elevator back to the 2nd and found the bridge. When I came out, I went to section 1E. No car. I walked around but no car. I was tired and feeling a little emotionally fragile. Tessa was fussing. It was cold. The car was no where to be found. I ended up crying in the parking garage because I was lost. How pathetic is that? A woman in a golf cart asked if I needed help. It took me a couple of minutes to stop crying enough to tell her my predicament. She must see mommas on the edge a lot because she barely even blinked at this crazy lady sobbing in the parking garage. She informed me that there are 3 sections called 1E in that parking garage. WTF? What is the point of numbering and lettering them if they don’t mean anything? She swore everyone got lost – that is why they have to pay her to drive around and rescue us all. She told me to take the elevator up a floor and I should find the right area. She drove her cart up and met me there – then drove away before I got to my car…maybe she was afraid I might start sobbing again.
Tessa still has some tests in her future to make sure there isn’t a reason she is slow to gain weight but I am thankful to have 2 beautiful, healthy children.
Did you see that? In this post there are 2 photos with both children! It is so rare that I can capture them both in the frame at the same time.