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April 24, 2002
heart murmur?
I took The Daughter in to the pediatrician today. I wanted them to look at her ears and tell me if they were healed well enough that she could jump back into swimming lessons. You know it's always a bad sign when the intern does a routine checkup and the doctor comes in 2 mintues later and says "Let me listen to that heart again..."
The Daughter has been diagnosed with a Stills Murmur. As far as I can tell at this point, it isn't much to worry about. However, given that during her sonogram while I was pregnant an intra cardia echogenic foci was found (this is what led first to the level II sonogram and lastly to the amnio to determine if she had Downs Syndrome), the pediatrician believes we should have a pediatric cardiologist look at her heart to determine if this is a concern or not. Did she not have this sonogram finding, he would not be concerned but that she does is reason enough to investigate further. So we have to schedule an appointment to get an ultrasound done. It is never easy to sit in an office and hear that there is anything abnormal with your child. It most certainly is not easy given what we went through with her pregnancy. I'm sad and a little scared.
Posted by shanti at 11:24 PM | Comments (10)
Doorknobs
It's rough living with someone who is anal retentive. My husband could give Martha a run for her money. Most women who know me drool over the fact that I don't do dishes, laundry or otherwise clean the house. It's not that I mind doing those things but the fact of the matter is, I could never live up to the expectations of my husband. Were I to clean the kitchen, he'd be in there as soon as I was done re-doing or, in his words "touching up" everything I had done. I know what it's like to be 5, make your bed the best you can and have your parents come in and "redo" it. The strike on your self-esteem and psyche that causes is the same whether you are 5 or 32. So, I gave up. I don't do those things anymore and The Husband doesn't seem to want me to. I've accepted this facet of my life. I've accepted this trait of my husband and, in fact, embraced it in some ways. Yet, I'm absolutely dumbfounded over the passion he has been infusing into his latest project. Doorknobs. Yes, my dear readers, my husband decided to change all the doorknobs in our home. At first I didn't think anything of it. When I saw the price tag on the doorknobs I nearly keeled over. Yet I still accepted this desire of his with open arms. I've folded my arms now and I'm starting to fume that this project is overtaking his life. Work? Nope, he's putting on doorknobs. Gently dissuade your child from running a screwdriver up and down the walls? Nope, he's putting on doorknobs. I'll never get it...
Posted by shanti at 1:20 PM | Comments (4)