What She Wore: Blue jean capris with a dark wash (I’m mixin it up); black, short sleeve top with a mandarin collar; black strappy sandals.
Dare I ask people to pray again? Today I am fed up with hospitals, and medicine, and doctors in general. I am, in fact, ready to move off the grid, live in a mud hut, and only give my child herbs.
Yesterday we went to visit nuerosurgery. Charlie’s ventricles seem to be continuing to enlarge. At this time, there is NO need for a shunt, but we’ll be back in a month for a follow-up CT scan and a consult.
This wouldn’t be such a blow if Charlie didn’t seem to be doing so much better. He is TRYING to pick up his head, he’s smiling, he’s having more visual connections, I’ve seen him swiping at his picture books. The other day I even thought he was going to laugh. He also eating up a STORM. All this just doesn’t jive with the idea that we could be heading for brain surgery. My only hope is this: Charlie is three and a half months old. Most kids, if they aren’t shunted by age five months, never end up requiring a shunt. So, you know where my prayers are headed this weekend.