Well, dang, drat, dadgum, phooey, bissen fissen skissen, and every other kind of interjection of a disappointed nature that you can think of. It's never a good sign when the pediatric endocrinologist calls you herself with the test results.
Everything they tested my
15-month-old
So in August, after we wrestle
the insurance company into submission (can't wait to tackle THAT endeavor),
she's going to spend ~4-5 hours with an
IV of medicine which stimulates the production of growth hormone, and 6 blood
draws, so they can test to see what's what. They might find that she can make
it but her body can't use what she makes- that something is interfering with
her body using it. They might find that she can make it if stimulated but her
body isn't getting the stimulation telling it TO make it, so it's the
stimulation she lacks rather than the ability to make it. They might find that
even with stimulation she can make some but not enough, or they might find that
she can't make any at all regardless of stimulation.
Daily injections of growth hormone for years might be the treatment option of choice, depending on what they find out. But I am not thrilled with that option- the synthetic has only been around for ~20 years and thus there are no long-term studies or effects known... daily injections of something that we don't know the full implications of what side effects there are?! Crap! But intentionally leaving her as a dwarf (midget- the proportional kind of dwarfism) doesn't seem like the thing to do either... oy vey. Anyway, I am not going to borrow trouble. Maybe there is something blocking her using growth hormone she already makes and there is a different treatment option available, I don’t know, I need to research it.
And there are still around two
months before I have to face any of it, so I am going to just enjoy my baby for
now. And pray a lot. And do some research.
Love,
Delilah
P.S. Here is a picture of
Virginia the day she learned how to push the stool over to the counter and
climb it and remove the foil from the gingerbread and shove it by the handfuls
into her mouth in total silence, at the speed of light, when I was standing 3
feet away with my back to her and didn't know she could do any of the above!
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