Medical milestones, maladies, mysteries, and other bits of tid

This week I seized the opportunity to get my back x-rayed since I am currently not pregnant. You may recall that it was my back issues that landed me in the unexpected and precarious situation of being very pregnant, at the beginning of an induction, with no anesthesiologist in the city willing to give me an epidural. Thus Max was born au natural.

If only I had brought x rays, they told me. If only they knew where, exactly, my problem lied (lay?), they told me. So, since the possibility of more children is out there, I wanted to have the necessary documentation and therefore hopefully avoid any surprise natural births in the future.

This x-ray showed nothing. No abnormalities. No nothing. Just a normal back. Huh. Apparently I don't have Spina Bifida Occulta anymore. So, that takes care of that, I guess.

Ava lost her 6th tooth last week. 6 teeth gone before her 6th birthday. She is making some fast cash from the forgetful tooth fairy.

This picture is actually when she lost her 5th tooth. Her sixth tooth fell out in church the next week.




Over the course of the last two weeks, I would say that Max has entered the Terrible Two's. Only he's still just one. This is reminding me of Ava, more and more. Only with her it was the Terrible Ones, Twos, Threes, and Fours. Five has been pretty good. Hopefully Max won't take so many years to get his kinks worked out.



He screams, screams when something, anything is not to his liking. We get a lot of stares when we're in public. He points his chubby finger in all of our faces and yells, "NOOO!", he throws himself to the ground in protest, he cries crocodile tears with fury and anger. He can't stand to have me out of his sight. He screams at the shower while I wash as quickly as I can. He screams at my leg when I am cooking and can't pick him up.

On the contrary he gives an abundance of unsolicited hugs, pats, and kisses. He dances and claps whenever he hears music, and he laughs and giggles which causes everyone around him to do the same. He "sings" I Am a Child of God with me when I put him to bed. He loves to sit at the table with the family and eat dinner. He folds his arms for the prayer. He plays endlessly at the water table in the backyard. He loves to wrestle with the other kids. He loves to jump on the trampoline.

I believe it was in his 18 month post that I said he laughed and cried with the same intensity. That is what I have seen even more over these weeks. He is enthusiastic with his feelings, whether good or bad. Not too unlike some other people in this family.

Also over the course of the recent weeks, I have noticed something about Luke's foot. When he walked it looked like it was turning inward. Not pigeon toed, but pronated; his ankle rolled inwards. I kept noticing and telling myself I needed to take a closer look but never did.

The other morning, though, I was in just the right position and had his foot on my lap and something didn't look right.








It's almost like he has 2 ankle bones. I can't remember much these days, but I vaguely remember noticing this a long time ago, but not nearly so pronounced. It is not tender or anything. But I think I will make an appointment, I'm just not sure whether to go to the pediatrician or skip straight to the orthopedist.

I have no idea what this could be, but let's just hope that the remedy doesn't involve staying off the trampoline.