Thursday, October 19, 2006

I'll Be Honest, I'm Worried

Barrett started off a big baby at 9 pounds. He remained in the 95th percentile until he was 9 months old. Somehow, he went from the 95th percentile at 6 months to the 5th at 9 months old.

The doctors were mildly concerned until recently when he actually started losing weight. Apparently it is now a much bigger deal because tomorrow we are headed to a special grow clinic at Texas Children's Hospital that he had to be accepted into.

At first I thought it was a great idea because Texas Children's is the best, but I am worried about so many things. Will they blame Doug and I? Will they find something really wrong? Will I be able to figure out where to park?

I hate feeling like I am constantly being interrogated about how I feed my child. Do people really think we haven't tried to feed him anything and everything? It seems like everyone has an opinion on how we could be better parents if we just did what they've come up with. I know people mean well, but I've had enough. So, obviously I am dreading an appointment with all the experts.

Ok, with that said, I am sure the pregnancy hormones aren't helping here not to mention being scared something real could be wrong. I really do want to go tomorrow, but it's hard to admit something is wrong with your child.

He'll see a nutritionist, speech therapist, behavioral psychologist, and a real MD doctor, and I know we're lucky to have such an assortment of experts to work with.

Hopefully we'll get some info tomorrow, but I really have no idea what to expect. I'll update as soon as I can.


Sunshine said...

Our prayers are with you, Doug, and Barrett! I am sure all will work out fine!

Love, Christi, Steve and Mary!

Jeanne said...

I remember when a doctor told me that there was something wrong with Jeremy's feet and legs. I thought how dare a doctor tell me that there was someting wrong with my "perfect" son. But they did fix his feet and legs. We'll be praying for Barrett and the specialists that will be doing the diagnostics tomorrow.
Love Aunt Jeanne and Uncle Gerald