I’m getting sick of going to the Doctor. Not for me, for 5.5 month old Kyler.
My updates for the few people who actually read them have been irregular and brief as we have been in and out of healthcare offices for the past couple months… just trying to find the proper diagnosis and help for our little man. The instagram pictures above are from some of our office visits. I imagine that he thinks it’s more fun time with daddy. He was formally tested for allergies and confirmed positive for a cow’s milk allergy. This past week at the dermatologist, he was confirmed to have eczema that didn’t necessarily have a cause (i.e., not due to the allergy). Now, onto further testing.
I had to take him into the hospital outpatient lab this morning for blood work. The little man was poked three times to fill 4 separate vials of blood and he literally just sat on my lap like he was watching some March Madness with Donny. But if you come at him with the standard blue hospital nose aspirator, saline drops, or the NoseFrida, he will scream bloody murder and shoot pissed-off looks at you. If looks could kill…
At 5.5 months, he’s already been at 11+ unwell child visits that don’t have anything to do with a cold.
We have a sneaking suspicion and some parental intuition that he might have some gluten sensitivity, but since it has not yet been confirmed, I’m not changing my diet to ensure it does show up in the testing. I guess until the lab work comes back, we’re just sitting at the edge of our seats. We’ may be becoming mild hypochondriacs.
This has been a journey of humility and gratefulness. I’m not sure what lies at the end of the road, if there is an end. Or beginning. Or what the eff the middle would look like. But Kyler has already taught me more lessons in life than textbook, internet article, or person before me. He’s my rock.