FRM, I'm so happy to hear that Akira's eating again. BeanBean is willing to eat food, but not from me unless he's in the car (strapped in, rear-facing carseat). He always asks to nurse. I ask him what he wants, run down a huge list and he just shakes his head and says "Nursies, I want nursies!" over and over again. I can't imagine what I'd do if he wouldn't take food from other people, or even nursies from me.
I don't know why I'm so hesitant to buy a workbook of some sort for BeanBean, but something about it strikes me as very, very wrong... I think maybe it's because I'm seriously tense and would want to go through it systematically, page by page, and I'm not entirely confident that he's up for that. He's probably more than ready, but maybe I'm not ready for it. I never thought I'd be one of those parents who tried to hold their kids back, but now I'm apparently having issues with that... I guess I've got something new to think about.
Today, BeanBean brought me a foam letter "T" which was liberated ages ago from my mother's house. "T," he said. "T, t, t, t
. T is for Toyota!" He was so pleased with himself, I just had to laugh. I haven't done any work with him for ages, really, but I'm teaching my niece phonics (because she never learned!
: ) and apparently he's been paying attention.
Not that I used Toyota as an example, but the boy loves cars and has to get them involved in everything. :LOL
My daughter is seeing a urologist again tomorrow. Her last bloodwork (from her family doctor) was a test for a specific genetic disorder which can cause liver inflammation (which two prior blood tests indicated) so I got online and googled "neonatal cholestatic hepatitis abnormal renal function" and came up with an article from Pediatrics 7 years ago about two children who's cases seem uncannily similar to Miss BooBah's. I am, at the moment, printing a copy of the article for the urologist. I'm hoping that he'll say something like "we'll look into it, but I think this is very unlikely. You should relax, your little girl just has reflux and will be fine." Deep down inside, though, I just know that's not what I'm going to hear. When I read this article, something clicked. The only differences between BooBah and these kids were very small; they were boys, for example, and both the products of "uncomplicated deliveries" while BooBah was born by emergency c-section. They were older than BooBah when they got sick, but they had to get *very* sick before anyone noticed.
There are some serious drawbacks to being nerdly; only a nerd can truly worry the way I'm worrying right now.
When I read the article, it made me feel sick to my stomach; part of me thought "Oh my God, I hope this isn't what's wrong with her" and another part thought "Finally, an answer!" Well, here's hoping that I'm entirely wrong, and that I'm worrying for nothing.