Thursday, January 3, 2008
Another in the ranks of Team Hope
Classic good news/other news today at the pediatrician: Hope's weight is proportional for her length. She's tipping the scales now at 4 pounds, 10 ounces and is almost 18 inches long. That might not seem like much, but it's progress: After eight weeks, she's officially outgrown her first outfit. It's a preemie outfit but an outfit nonetheless.
The flip side is that our pediatrician, whom we like, agrees that it could be time to start exploring supplements in hopes of jump-starting some weight gain. And rather than simply prescribe them, he's referred us to a yet another player in Team Hope: A nutritionist.
Already comprised of a pediatrician, geneticist, cardiologist, ear-nose-throat specialist, gastro-intestinal doctor and occupational therapist, Hope's network of providers is beginning to rival the Army of Carthage.
Frankly, it's an enormous weight that falls squarely on Mo's shoulders. After 2 months, Hope's care is now detailed over about 4 files and spreading into a fifth. Navigating the labyrinth of referrals, specialists, insurance, supplemental insurance and the like is dizzying and can become a full-time job. As most who've dealt with doctors and insurance can attest, little can usually be accomplished in one phone call and seemingly simple tasks become Goldberg-esque. Maureen is one hell of a reporter and an adept problem solver, but acknowledges it's maddening. Today, she made about six phone calls to find one nutritionist.
It's all very annoying and can become discouraging. Then Hope does something really cool, like today. After driving alone to the pediatrician for the first time -- and white-knuckling it all the way, I'm sure -- Mo reports that she was in the examining room, minding her own business when Hope decided, "Enough is enough. I'm hungry and bored, so I'm sticking this hand in my mouth."
She'd been leaning in that direction for days, eyeballing her fingers with the same look her father gets near Swedish meatballs. Today, Hope committed to the finger sandwich. It's very nifty because it means she's right on track of a big developmental milestone.