If you read my last post, you know it's been a crazy week. It's been a hard one and it was supposed to be my last week before I go back to work but it looks like I might be getting another week or two. I would gladly go back to work and not have to have my sweet baby deal with this but we don't have a choice in the matter.
If you remember, his newborn screening came back borderline for hypothyroidism. We have done a few tests since then and we were hoping to see gradual declines.
We had our next blood work scheduled for Tuesday. Let me say that this was by far the hardest thing I've had to endure as a Mommy. Watching him be held down and poked was not easy for me. The two other blood tests were taken from his heel but this one, well, this was taken from his tiny little arms and his tiny little veins. I think if I had been prepared for that it would have been a bit easier but then when she poked him not once, but THREE times, it was hard for me to not lose it. I kept it together because I had Brady with me and I could tell he was getting upset. So, afterwards, we had ice cream and slushies from Sonic and Bennett has some milk :)
I had a feeling it was going to still be up but and while it has gone down significantly since birth it's still a little high. With him being so small (in the 5th percentile at 2 months) and the risks associated with untreated hypothyroidism, it was time to medicate. I thought I was going to be okay with it but it hit me like a ton of bricks.
I of course worry that we didn't medicate soon enough or that something else will come up but I need to take it one day at a time.
We'll be meeting with an endocrinologist soon and we have to repeat the labwork in two weeks. I know that we are going to do the blood work at Children's Hospital since they are used to working on tiny babies and can numb him before they stick him.
On top of it all, it dawned on me he had a lot of symptoms (other than spitting up) that Brady had and we started reflux meds yesterday. He has silent reflux as he generally doesn't spit up (he did today when Daddy gave him a bottle when I got my hair cut, which was a success, yay!) I think it went unnoticed because he's such a laid back little guy who doesn't really puke.
So, what a week, huh.