I'm going to try to give better details about the doctor's visit yesterday. I kind of just threw a blog together real fast yesterday to tell friends and family the gist of what had happened and what had been said, etc...
So yesterday I cried a lot.
Every time I tried to tell someone about what had gone on at the physical, I cried.
I cried during the physical when the doctor tried... I'm about to cry now just trying to type this, y'all, I'm a mess... when the doctor tried to move Mary's arms and then her right wrist...and couldn't.
I lost it. I broke down. I had been holding it in for so long. And then to see that...it's all I could do; cry, sobbing right there in the room with the doctor there and all. It was bad.
I should let you know that her doctor did officially diagnose her yesterday with JRA. I'm not sure why the other doctor was hesitant to make it official. I think she was just too preoccupied, maybe? I don't know. But she has been diagnosed now....Officially.
I don't know if I have told y'all, but I am a high-strung, anxiety-riddled, panic-attack having, control freak. (In case you hadn't picked up on that already.) ;)
I am the super overprotective, have to know where they are, who they are with, what they are doing, catching them when they trip or lose their balance, heart attack having Mom. That's me. I'm that person.
I love my babies. And yes, even my 10 year old and 11 year old are my babies. Forever and always. Even when they are old women with gray hair and wrinkles themselves, they will still be my babies. And I will probably still be over-protective and somewhat a control freak over them. I can't help it. It's who I am.
So when I can not do anything to help one of them, it floors me. I am a total wreck. My mind is spinning. My heart literally feels heavy and hurting. I can barely hold a thought in line to have it make sense to me, much less to someone else. I'm all over the place. I feel like I'm desperately trying to hold my skin on my body. I am always trying to think of a way out, a way around, a way to help. I am constantly worrying about how to help them, how to get them what they need, sometimes what they want too, but that takes a backseat most of the time to their needs.
To lose control of even the simplest things for a control freak is the end of the world. Everything looks different, sounds different, tastes different, your life is affected in every aspect. It affects your temperament, your moods, how you respond to others, how you respond to your environment, everything.
But when it's something big, like the health and well being of your children. That's amplifies the downward spiral of losing control even more. It's everything I just mentioned above, x1000.
This rollercoaster is huge! And the ups and downs are many. One minute, the dirty kitchen table is setting me off and causing me to hyperventilate and the next moment I'm in the fetal position crying and screaming. Then I'm laughing with the kids and ok for a while. It's crazy. I know that. I'm not delusional about who/what I am. :P
I know that this seems silly to some of you, probably a lot of you, but this disease has stolen my child's quality of life. And for a person with high anxiety, not knowing what to expect or what may happen to her baby, is the worst thing possible. We have no idea what to expect day to day, much less week to week or month to month, year to year. It's just .....wow.
The doctor thinks that Mary's right side (the badly affected side) isn't growing along with her left side. Mary is growing fine, her height and weight are where they should be, as a whole. But when you have her stand up straight, her right side is visibly lower than her right, (Just like her older sister, Clara). So she has to have a spinal x-ray done Monday. I can't even get my mind to accept that one. With everything else, I just can't even feel anything about this right now. I have to push it away and put those feelings on hold for later.
Right now, I am focused on her wrist and her hip. She can't even walk for more than a few minutes at a time and she has to sit down. It's hurts her too bad. She can't walk long distances, like around Wal-Mart, or during school, or through a big parking lot. It even hurts for her to do too much walking around the house right now.
The doctor told us it was progressing fast. But I didn't expect it to be this fast. I am watching my baby just kind of wilt right in front of my eyes. It's too much.
I don't know if I put this in the first blog post yesterday, but I noticed that I forgot to put it here, so I'm adding it in now.. Marian failed the hearing test for her left ear 6x. So now she has to go see an Audiologist.
This is what I have found on this:
JRA and Hearing Loss (Article)