Life as Ian's mother is never dull. Never ever ever. Shortly after Evie was born, Ian developed a little cold. I ignored it, kids get sick all the time, right? Besides, when is Ian not developing some new medical drama? We used to call him patient zero, but now we've just changed his name to Job. (He really needs one of those plastic bubbles to walk around in. I think I'll see if Amazon.com stocks them.) I ignored it for so long, in fact, that two and a half months later, his dripping nose and tired attitude were just another part of daily life. Then of course, his teacher said something. I went to pick him up, unaware that she was going to point it out and that I was going to feeling dumb that I hadn't taken his nasal situation more seriously.
Now an x-ray? This is Ian we are talking about and he is going to be skeptical of everything we do to him medically. Negotiating him into the x-ray chair was like trying to negotiate the ring from Gollum in Lord of the Rings - "my precious".
Anyone else out there have a child with apraxia and seizures?
The only real winner in all of this medical drama is the cat, who is sitting happily curled up in my lap, totally unaware that I was ready to give her the boot just weeks ago.