For once, I have something nice to say about Dr. P. I feel as though I've abused him plenty in these posts. But yesterday, when the orthopedic clinic was less than helpful with scheduling an appointment for my 10-month-old who can't put weight on her right leg (!)...I called his voicemail directly and his nurse called back in less than an hour to get us in the same day.
We took L.E. in early afternoon. Dr. P. seemed genuinely concerned that we were there before her next scheduled appointment at 12 months.The first thing he did was manually manipulate her hips. She was less than happy about this; it's the first time she's cried that hard while he did this. He consoled her with coos; again, first time he's ever really engaged with her. My heart sank and I was fighting back tears. To me, pain is bad. But he said her hips were still in their sockets and there weren't any clicks or clunks. Hooray! Then he said the source of her pain was most likely an inflammation or, even worse, an infection. He also wanted to do an x-ray to make sure her hips are indeed fine.
Again, L.E. cried the whole time as I simultaneously held her hand and keep her feet down. I took her back in the exam room and as I was putting her clothes back on, she decided to pee all over the exam table. Finally, T and I had something to laugh about! She didn't get any on her clothes, thank goodness. I also realized how little we need "field-changes" by the fact that the diapers in her bag are from 2 sizes ago.
Dr. P. came in as we were re-sanitizing the table and said her x-ray looks good. The tops of her hip-bones are forming the way they should be. Relief sets in. Earlier that morning, I'd picked out the color of her spica cast (purple) and was planning on doing a shopping spree for 18-month-sized clothes to fit over it. But we aren't out of the woods yet. Synovitis (the name of the inflammation) can develop into a pretty severe infection so we have to keep a close eye on her to make sure she doesn't develop a fever in the next few days. Otherwise they'll have to surgically drain the infectious fluid from her hip. Not fun. Otherwise the inflammation will clear up in just a few days.
I'm thinking happy thoughts for once. I can't keep thinking the worst all the time but we have a saying in my family: Just when you think things can't get any worse, they usually do. Nobody ever accused us of being optimists. I just want my happy little girl back and hopefully she'll be smiling and feeling better soon.