Cubby’s school required a physical before admission, so I found a pediatrician and made an appointment for both kids. Pudding has always been my robust, healthy child, so I wasn’t too concerned about her. As the days got closer to the appointment, though, her allergies seemed suddenly worse, and she developed diarrhea. When we finally met with the doctor, she looked pasty and had dark circles under her eyes.
The doctor asked if iron deficiency might be a problem. Honestly, Pudding has a better diet than most preschoolers, and is in no way as picky as her brother when it comes to food. I asked him what the symptoms were: headaches (she wouldn’t be able to tell me), weakness (erm..), irritability (well…), attention problems (sure…), and pica (yes). We’d have to do a blood test, and lucky for us, there was a laboratory right there in the hospital.
Unlucky for us, I was by myself with both kids, no social story preparation for Pudding, and yet more paperwork to complete while we waited. Somehow we got through it,and waited a few days for the results. When I got the phone call from the doctor, he told me had more questions than answers, and I’d need to come back in urgently for more blood samples. I heard “anemia”, “abnormal results” and “white blood cells” before I started to panic.
We returned for another blood draw, but then the laboratory botched the results, so we are waiting again. The doctor has assured us that it probably isn’t anything too serious, and we are treating her anemia while we try and find out more. There are many things it could be, so we just have to wait and see what happens.
As I’m sure you all know by now, patience isn’t my virtue, which is why I’m convinced I’m constantly sent trials like these. I’m sure whoever is in charge of the Ever-After keeps looking up my chart and deciding I’m still not worthy- retest.
So here we are, with more questions than answers. More worries than peace of mind. Treating symptoms when we don’t know the cause. As always, the unknown being a scary place for a parent. I’m hoping Pudding makes a rapid recovery from this mystery illness. I’m just glad the doctor picked up on this before it became more serious. The symptoms had completely eluded me. I just wish we knew what was causing these problems, and I wish I knew for sure she wasn’t in pain. The longer we wait, the more uncomfortable I become.
One thing I am comfortable about, is that this particular doctor will find out what is making Pudding ill. It turns out he diagnosed the first ever case of Asperger’s Syndrome in this country. The young man was 14, and had been shunted from one doctor to another all his life, until our doctor finally saw what everybody else was missing. I’m just hoping he can find the missing piece of the puzzle for our girl.