We have now official hit the point where Violet is past Cole's dates. Wednesday she became 4 weeks exactly. Cole passed at 28 days and I find myself today feeling a little emotionally up. I'm tired, don't get me wrong, but I'm on an emotional up instead of down. What this means psychologically, I'm not 100% sure, but I think I've been unable to allow myself to believe that everything is as good as it is. I think I've been holding a piece of me back waiting for the other shoe to drop. For my world to fall out from under me. For life to kick me again just as I'm thinking it's going good.
But we've done it, we've passed everything that I can think of that would make me down. Violet's happy, healthy, safe and strong. Everything I've been wishing for throughout the pregnancy, and I'm actually feeling that things may remain that way.
I've discussed with my husband the issues I've been having with the whole breast feeding thing. I've decided that I will continue to pump for as long as I'm producing enough milk, or until I get fed up with it. I have completely given up on trying to actually breastfeed her, and since I've decided this I've felt a lot better. Less stressed and less inadequate. It helped that my husband finally told me that he didn't mean to make me feel like I had to get her onto the boob, instead he was trying to support me at what he thought would help me. But instead it had just made me depressed. Sometimes getting rid of one thing just removes that straw that would otherwise have broken the camel's back. I know that the whole breastfeeding thing was not as big of a deal as I felt it was. It was an accumulation of everything that had been going on and that had gone on over the past year. It was the final straw for my emotional sanity. But having now decided that I will forgo the direct breastfeeding and just pump/bottle feed her, I've felt a lot more calm. This means that I am not tied to having to be around all the time, this gives me a little freedom and allows Polar Bear to be directly involved with his daughter (which he's loving).
Well we will see how this new found positive feelings continue. I'm sure there will be some more downs in the future, especially when things remind me of Cole, but for now I will enjoy my daughter and try and keep the clouds at bay. TGFS *thank the gods for spring!
Apr 1, 2011
Mar 23, 2011
A week
I know I'm not very imaginative in the titling of my Blogs. I know this just by the sure fact that I've probably repeated a title or two... or used something similar. I just fail to feel the need to title my blogs after thing that I'm writing about, part of that is I title the page before I write the blog. Maybe I should do it the other way around but if this should happen then I probably will end up having blank titled blogs. So unoriginal it is!
I have been a bit of an emotional wreck the past week. Part of me feels that since the baby's here now and home I should be happy. And don't get me wrong, I am ecstatic. I have moments and days of pure joy. Joy of spending my time with her, Joy at everything in life. Then I have other days where I'm in the middle. My time spent with her is wonderful but everything else bothers me. And then there are the days where everything upsets me. I am blessed with an easygoing baby. If she was colic or anything I think it'd be worst, being she's so calm and easy she helps sooth me on those days. I know this sounds backwards but it's the way it is.
I've just felt fail lately. I know I'm doing the best I can and I know everyone would say I'm doing great. (Or at least that's what I've been told and heard at the moment) But I can't help but feel a little fail. I can't help but have part of me feel fail on the whole pregnancy thing. I failed with Cole and now I was unable to do term again. I had issues with pregnancy and I think it bruises my idea of woman. Now I'm failing on the whole breast feeding thing. I am able to pump but I've been producing less and she's been eating more. On top of that I've not been able to manage to have her actually breastfeed. My nipples have been bleeding and i doesn't get in the milk when I pump but it's worst when she tries to suckle. Being she's so small and been getting used to the bottle I've been having a harder time getting her to latch. I feel fail. I've been doing what I can and what is suggested by my readings on increasing production, and it helps a bit. But the whole breastfeeding thing is really getting me down. I try to explain it to my husband and he doesn't get it. He means well but doesn't get it. Today he suggested I try to breastfeed and I tried but was overwhelmed, 1st I couldn't get her on. Then her trying to suckle opened up my sore so it hurt a lot. Once I start bleeding it's out the window sometimes so I was over tired and frustrated and started crying. He took her and fed her by bottle which in some ways just made it worst. I know that it's mostly this one thing thats bothering me, and I know supposedly it's not a bug deal. At least I'm able to pump and she's able to eat breastmilk. But it's hard to have visions in your head and hopes and one by one they seem to be taken away.
I can't have my son. I can't have a happy term pregnancy and now I can't breast feed well. I just feel a little defeated.
So I'll thank whatever gods there are for my beautiful, healthy little girl and enjoy everything else about my time with her. I'll keep trying, and reading up about things to try, next to try is a nipple shield again... and one day I may have to stop trying boob just for my own sanity.
I have been a bit of an emotional wreck the past week. Part of me feels that since the baby's here now and home I should be happy. And don't get me wrong, I am ecstatic. I have moments and days of pure joy. Joy of spending my time with her, Joy at everything in life. Then I have other days where I'm in the middle. My time spent with her is wonderful but everything else bothers me. And then there are the days where everything upsets me. I am blessed with an easygoing baby. If she was colic or anything I think it'd be worst, being she's so calm and easy she helps sooth me on those days. I know this sounds backwards but it's the way it is.
I've just felt fail lately. I know I'm doing the best I can and I know everyone would say I'm doing great. (Or at least that's what I've been told and heard at the moment) But I can't help but feel a little fail. I can't help but have part of me feel fail on the whole pregnancy thing. I failed with Cole and now I was unable to do term again. I had issues with pregnancy and I think it bruises my idea of woman. Now I'm failing on the whole breast feeding thing. I am able to pump but I've been producing less and she's been eating more. On top of that I've not been able to manage to have her actually breastfeed. My nipples have been bleeding and i doesn't get in the milk when I pump but it's worst when she tries to suckle. Being she's so small and been getting used to the bottle I've been having a harder time getting her to latch. I feel fail. I've been doing what I can and what is suggested by my readings on increasing production, and it helps a bit. But the whole breastfeeding thing is really getting me down. I try to explain it to my husband and he doesn't get it. He means well but doesn't get it. Today he suggested I try to breastfeed and I tried but was overwhelmed, 1st I couldn't get her on. Then her trying to suckle opened up my sore so it hurt a lot. Once I start bleeding it's out the window sometimes so I was over tired and frustrated and started crying. He took her and fed her by bottle which in some ways just made it worst. I know that it's mostly this one thing thats bothering me, and I know supposedly it's not a bug deal. At least I'm able to pump and she's able to eat breastmilk. But it's hard to have visions in your head and hopes and one by one they seem to be taken away.
I can't have my son. I can't have a happy term pregnancy and now I can't breast feed well. I just feel a little defeated.
So I'll thank whatever gods there are for my beautiful, healthy little girl and enjoy everything else about my time with her. I'll keep trying, and reading up about things to try, next to try is a nipple shield again... and one day I may have to stop trying boob just for my own sanity.
Mar 10, 2011
A long Week... Ups and Downs
For those of you who haven't been physically in my life over the past week we have had a fun ride.
Last Tuesday night... March 1st... I started not to feel well. I threw up twice between 6 and 6:30 pm and tried to lay down but felt like crap. So at 7:30 I called the hospital and the nurse said it might be anxiety so to come in and they would do a non-stress test. Polar Bear was in TO working and had the car, so I called a friend to drive me. We got to the hospital at 8:30 and they hooked me up to monitors. I was starting to have serious tummy tightening, but not real contractions.... They did a bunch of test and said that I was starting labour. This resulted in the doctors calling other hospitals and deciding to transfer me to Brampton because it was bigger and has a level 2 NICU (I am only 33 weeks). We call my husband and he hurry's to Fergus where we currently are, arriving around 11:15-11:30. At 12:00 the ambulance arrives to transfer me. At 1:00 we arrive at Brampton Civic hospital, and 1:20am my husband shows up :).
So we are now in Brampton Civic... From 1:30am to 7:00 am we have slowly strengthening contractions until at 7:00am the doctor checks me before the shift change. At this point I am only 3.7cm.... So she seems unconcerned, figuring we had a long time. (although we warned her how quick our labour was last time). By 8:00am I was having full on contractions, they were long and hard and painful, and I was having a hard time concentrating on anything. The Nurses (who had just started their shifts) started calling the doctor... first one, then the other... both getting mad at whoever they were talking to. By 8:15-8:20 the new doctor came in and took one look at me saying that they need to move me, and checked with a quick ultrasound to see that her head was down. At 8:30 I walked to the delivery room while having contractions, they checked me and I was 5cm. At 8:45 they suggested getting an epidural being they contractions were so hard. They checked and I was now 7cm. They quickly sat me up, gave me an epidural (I had my water break while getting the epidural) they laid me down and got me to roll onto my back. At this point I started pushing. They doctor still had not arrived so the nurse got me to push a little. The rest of my water broke, and she saw a little meconium so she told me to just push. She stopped me briefly 'cause the cord was wrapped around her head, then I pushed again and she was out... it is now 9:10. They wisk her to the side and I can here her crying, my husband takes pictures. Then she's off to the NICU. 9:12 the Doctor walks in, I deliver the placenta LOL. So although it says which doctor delivered her she was ACTUALLY delivered by the nurse!
My daughter is a healthy little girl, with a full head of hair, and lots of facial expressions.
On Monday we were moved from Brampton Civic Hospital to Guelph General. This is awesome being it's so much closer to home!!!
Now everything is good, and the itching is mostly gone. But I think I've been having anxiety attacks. I have a hard time leaving her, every time I do I break down. My husband is ecstatic and bouncing off the walls. I'm happy but I feel like I should be happier. I should be smiling and bouncing like him. Instead I'm happy but reserved. I blame some of it on sleep deprivation and a lot on anxiety. I think I will get better when we finally come home. I know some part of me is preparing for something bad to happen, like I can't let myself get too excited because I still don't believe that everything is as good as it is. I'm waiting for the floor to drop out from under me.
So I will keep you posted on home coming time, and the constant battle with anxiety and depression. (I so did not want to be in a NICU again!!!!) Hopefully we'll be home soon!!
Last Tuesday night... March 1st... I started not to feel well. I threw up twice between 6 and 6:30 pm and tried to lay down but felt like crap. So at 7:30 I called the hospital and the nurse said it might be anxiety so to come in and they would do a non-stress test. Polar Bear was in TO working and had the car, so I called a friend to drive me. We got to the hospital at 8:30 and they hooked me up to monitors. I was starting to have serious tummy tightening, but not real contractions.... They did a bunch of test and said that I was starting labour. This resulted in the doctors calling other hospitals and deciding to transfer me to Brampton because it was bigger and has a level 2 NICU (I am only 33 weeks). We call my husband and he hurry's to Fergus where we currently are, arriving around 11:15-11:30. At 12:00 the ambulance arrives to transfer me. At 1:00 we arrive at Brampton Civic hospital, and 1:20am my husband shows up :).
So we are now in Brampton Civic... From 1:30am to 7:00 am we have slowly strengthening contractions until at 7:00am the doctor checks me before the shift change. At this point I am only 3.7cm.... So she seems unconcerned, figuring we had a long time. (although we warned her how quick our labour was last time). By 8:00am I was having full on contractions, they were long and hard and painful, and I was having a hard time concentrating on anything. The Nurses (who had just started their shifts) started calling the doctor... first one, then the other... both getting mad at whoever they were talking to. By 8:15-8:20 the new doctor came in and took one look at me saying that they need to move me, and checked with a quick ultrasound to see that her head was down. At 8:30 I walked to the delivery room while having contractions, they checked me and I was 5cm. At 8:45 they suggested getting an epidural being they contractions were so hard. They checked and I was now 7cm. They quickly sat me up, gave me an epidural (I had my water break while getting the epidural) they laid me down and got me to roll onto my back. At this point I started pushing. They doctor still had not arrived so the nurse got me to push a little. The rest of my water broke, and she saw a little meconium so she told me to just push. She stopped me briefly 'cause the cord was wrapped around her head, then I pushed again and she was out... it is now 9:10. They wisk her to the side and I can here her crying, my husband takes pictures. Then she's off to the NICU. 9:12 the Doctor walks in, I deliver the placenta LOL. So although it says which doctor delivered her she was ACTUALLY delivered by the nurse!
My daughter is a healthy little girl, with a full head of hair, and lots of facial expressions.
On Monday we were moved from Brampton Civic Hospital to Guelph General. This is awesome being it's so much closer to home!!!
Now everything is good, and the itching is mostly gone. But I think I've been having anxiety attacks. I have a hard time leaving her, every time I do I break down. My husband is ecstatic and bouncing off the walls. I'm happy but I feel like I should be happier. I should be smiling and bouncing like him. Instead I'm happy but reserved. I blame some of it on sleep deprivation and a lot on anxiety. I think I will get better when we finally come home. I know some part of me is preparing for something bad to happen, like I can't let myself get too excited because I still don't believe that everything is as good as it is. I'm waiting for the floor to drop out from under me.
So I will keep you posted on home coming time, and the constant battle with anxiety and depression. (I so did not want to be in a NICU again!!!!) Hopefully we'll be home soon!!
Feb 27, 2011
Appointments
So Friday we had our doctor's appointment. I am on the same meds as before just more frequently and doubling up... what that means is I take Benadryl every four hours and Atarax, which is the sleep one for night, 2 to 3 times a day. What this means is I will be drowsy and sleepy all the time! Does this mean I will sleep,... nah, but if it helps the itching I can't complain. I figure I will probably sleep/nap anytime I feel I can... constantly throughout the day. WOOT. lol
What was also discussed is what will be happening over the next few weeks...
So I will be doing blood work every week. I have to fast for it, so it'll probably be every Monday, being this test is the one that takes a week for results (as well as some other stuff). The sucky thing is I'm pretty sure it costs $50 to do the test, so it's going to be expensive by the end. As for results, he will get most of the results on Wednesdays and the large bile one on the following Monday.
Also, I will be doing a Biophysical Ultrasound every week. They are booked for every Friday for the next few weeks. What this consists of is a 20 to 40min ultrasound each week as well as a Non-Stress test. So with this they monitor and check a whole whack load of stuff for the baby at the US and then get monitored for apx 20 min in the labour and delivery area as well.
On top of this at the moment, I will be having a doctor's appointment in 2 weeks. The doctor also said we will be induced no matter around week 37. If, however, any of my numbers are getting a little high or he's concerned with any results we may be induced earlier. If we get induced before week 36 we will be transferred to Mac in Hamilton and be induced there so that the baby can go directly to the NICU.
I am REALLY hoping to last to 36weeks... that's a little less than 4 weeks... 5 weeks would be even better. I really don't want to go to the NICU if I can help it. Here's hoping.... I'll keep you up dated :)
What was also discussed is what will be happening over the next few weeks...
So I will be doing blood work every week. I have to fast for it, so it'll probably be every Monday, being this test is the one that takes a week for results (as well as some other stuff). The sucky thing is I'm pretty sure it costs $50 to do the test, so it's going to be expensive by the end. As for results, he will get most of the results on Wednesdays and the large bile one on the following Monday.
Also, I will be doing a Biophysical Ultrasound every week. They are booked for every Friday for the next few weeks. What this consists of is a 20 to 40min ultrasound each week as well as a Non-Stress test. So with this they monitor and check a whole whack load of stuff for the baby at the US and then get monitored for apx 20 min in the labour and delivery area as well.
On top of this at the moment, I will be having a doctor's appointment in 2 weeks. The doctor also said we will be induced no matter around week 37. If, however, any of my numbers are getting a little high or he's concerned with any results we may be induced earlier. If we get induced before week 36 we will be transferred to Mac in Hamilton and be induced there so that the baby can go directly to the NICU.
I am REALLY hoping to last to 36weeks... that's a little less than 4 weeks... 5 weeks would be even better. I really don't want to go to the NICU if I can help it. Here's hoping.... I'll keep you up dated :)
Feb 23, 2011
A hard day
Today was a hard day... I wasn't expecting it to be as hard as it actually was, and that kind of caught me off guard.
It started with no sleep... yup I'm not sleeping much again. I'm still taking the meds prescribed to me but they are seeming ineffectual. I know they are working to some extent but overall I'm still one mad itch!
At 5:30 am Polar Bear had an MRI for his back. It was a scheduled appointment and we decided instead of paying the 6 bucks to park I would drop him off and pick him up for the appointment. So this meant that when I was finally hitting the point of pure exhaustion I ended up staying up 'cause it was already 4 am. Came home from dropping him off to lay awake in bed for 45min and just get up and pick him back up.
This wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have a fun filled day at the hospital scheduled. So I got home from picking up Polar Bear and slept for maybe 2 to 3 hours... and it wasn't much of a sleep between the itching and the frustration in general. Got up and went to an ultrasound. Where supposedly I was to do a bunch of other things added onto the ultrasound sheet I had but the hospital didn't have it, and I'm over tired and getting frustrated by the snappy lady behind the counter. So we say screw it and just do the ultrasound I originally had planned figure the doctor will probably set me up for another one sometime in the next week.
So now I'm over tired and cranky. And every time I go to these things I have to re-explain what happened with Cole... I don't know why it's not on my file. It is frustrating and makes me re-live things.....
Tired... Cranky... Itchy... now sad.
We then had a quick lunch and visit with my mother in law, and then ... yup.... back to the hospital for our pre-admin registration stuff. So now I get to explain to 3 other people... one right after the other... No this is not my first pregnancy. Yes we delivered here. And then proceed to re-explain everything that happened to us in January and February last year. It is frustrating... I know they need to know but you explain it to the public health nurse and they give you a stupid 10 question thing to see if you're "suffering from pre-natal depression". OF COURSE I'M DEPRESSED!!! I'm Sad.... I'm Scared... I'm Over TIRED... I'm ITCHY and the chairs suck!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did I mention that they always seem to keep this look of either over concern or blankness when you are talking about it... and then they say... Well no complications so far in this one!!! WTF!!! I have CHOLESTASIS OF PREGNANCY!!! Is that not a freekin' COMPLICATION!!!!!!!!!!!! GAAAAAAHHH!
So I came home after all this and slept for about and hour maybe and hour and a half... then vegged and probably slept maybe and hour more over the evening. Now it's 1:30 am.... my husband and dog are asleep... I've just taken my prescription to help at night (which hasn't been for the past few days) and will attempt to sleep at some point. In order to wake up tomorrow for 9am so I can call my doctor and find out if there is anything else I can take... and will probably have to go in and get MORE blood work done to see if my levels have risen in the past week.... YAY!
Why can't I have a normal fucking pregnancy!! Why does this always have to be so hard... and if I have to get another freeking prescription I don't even have 6 bucks in my account.... GAH!! ARGH!! and any other noise of total frustration.
I will let you know how tomorrow goes. Hopefully better than today. Maybe if I can sleep I will be in a better mood for tomorrow... Here's hoping!
It started with no sleep... yup I'm not sleeping much again. I'm still taking the meds prescribed to me but they are seeming ineffectual. I know they are working to some extent but overall I'm still one mad itch!
At 5:30 am Polar Bear had an MRI for his back. It was a scheduled appointment and we decided instead of paying the 6 bucks to park I would drop him off and pick him up for the appointment. So this meant that when I was finally hitting the point of pure exhaustion I ended up staying up 'cause it was already 4 am. Came home from dropping him off to lay awake in bed for 45min and just get up and pick him back up.
This wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have a fun filled day at the hospital scheduled. So I got home from picking up Polar Bear and slept for maybe 2 to 3 hours... and it wasn't much of a sleep between the itching and the frustration in general. Got up and went to an ultrasound. Where supposedly I was to do a bunch of other things added onto the ultrasound sheet I had but the hospital didn't have it, and I'm over tired and getting frustrated by the snappy lady behind the counter. So we say screw it and just do the ultrasound I originally had planned figure the doctor will probably set me up for another one sometime in the next week.
So now I'm over tired and cranky. And every time I go to these things I have to re-explain what happened with Cole... I don't know why it's not on my file. It is frustrating and makes me re-live things.....
Tired... Cranky... Itchy... now sad.
We then had a quick lunch and visit with my mother in law, and then ... yup.... back to the hospital for our pre-admin registration stuff. So now I get to explain to 3 other people... one right after the other... No this is not my first pregnancy. Yes we delivered here. And then proceed to re-explain everything that happened to us in January and February last year. It is frustrating... I know they need to know but you explain it to the public health nurse and they give you a stupid 10 question thing to see if you're "suffering from pre-natal depression". OF COURSE I'M DEPRESSED!!! I'm Sad.... I'm Scared... I'm Over TIRED... I'm ITCHY and the chairs suck!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did I mention that they always seem to keep this look of either over concern or blankness when you are talking about it... and then they say... Well no complications so far in this one!!! WTF!!! I have CHOLESTASIS OF PREGNANCY!!! Is that not a freekin' COMPLICATION!!!!!!!!!!!! GAAAAAAHHH!
So I came home after all this and slept for about and hour maybe and hour and a half... then vegged and probably slept maybe and hour more over the evening. Now it's 1:30 am.... my husband and dog are asleep... I've just taken my prescription to help at night (which hasn't been for the past few days) and will attempt to sleep at some point. In order to wake up tomorrow for 9am so I can call my doctor and find out if there is anything else I can take... and will probably have to go in and get MORE blood work done to see if my levels have risen in the past week.... YAY!
Why can't I have a normal fucking pregnancy!! Why does this always have to be so hard... and if I have to get another freeking prescription I don't even have 6 bucks in my account.... GAH!! ARGH!! and any other noise of total frustration.
I will let you know how tomorrow goes. Hopefully better than today. Maybe if I can sleep I will be in a better mood for tomorrow... Here's hoping!
Feb 20, 2011
Hmmm...
What we have learned tonight....
Go to sleep when medication kicks in and you are not itching like mad and you are getting tired.
DO NOT stay up to talk to husband then finally try to sleep after 3 to 4 hours of meds in system... they will soon no longer be working.
Now that 6 hours have passed since taking meds... I can now take a different med that won't knock me out but may alleviate the itching... Stupid me!!!
YAY for crappy sleep!!
Go to sleep when medication kicks in and you are not itching like mad and you are getting tired.
DO NOT stay up to talk to husband then finally try to sleep after 3 to 4 hours of meds in system... they will soon no longer be working.
Now that 6 hours have passed since taking meds... I can now take a different med that won't knock me out but may alleviate the itching... Stupid me!!!
YAY for crappy sleep!!
Feb 19, 2011
Official Diagnosis....
So it's official... I have Cholestasis of Pregnancy...
Oky I know it's just a term and you probably have no idea what it means. Well you could do like I did and read up on it on the internet... make sure you read a few sites if you do. Diagnosis and method of treatment have changed, as well as medications, quite a bit within 10 years. So I'm just to believe my doctor and trust him with this whole thing. In lame man's terms it's a liver issue where there is too much bile flowing into your blood stream... sounds weird I know.... what that means? Well I'm itchy from head to toe and will have to do a barrage of tests and appointments until delivery.
What my doctor said is that at the moment I have a very mild case of it. So we just need to keep a close eye on it. We will be having ultrasounds every week or 2, stress tests for baby almost every week or more if I'm nervous, and blood work every week.... WOOT... this is on top of my weekly appointment with the doctor. Also it means that I will definitely be induced by 38 weeks.... (I am 31W3D today so in apx 6 weeks at max). If for any reason they get concerned about any of the tests, or my levels go up, or anything of worry, then the doctor will induce earlier. Inductions are usually done between 35 and 38 weeks no matter what. This is due to the increase of still birth and fetal distress later in pregnancy. So we will be closely monitored for the next 6 or so weeks and hopefully this will mean we will have a happy result in the end.
How do I feel about this???? Stressed, frustrated, sad and upset... as well as relieved to have a diagnosis, and glad that the doctor's are taking this seriously.
Well just wanted to let you know the results... I'll keep you updated as the tests start. :)
Oky I know it's just a term and you probably have no idea what it means. Well you could do like I did and read up on it on the internet... make sure you read a few sites if you do. Diagnosis and method of treatment have changed, as well as medications, quite a bit within 10 years. So I'm just to believe my doctor and trust him with this whole thing. In lame man's terms it's a liver issue where there is too much bile flowing into your blood stream... sounds weird I know.... what that means? Well I'm itchy from head to toe and will have to do a barrage of tests and appointments until delivery.
What my doctor said is that at the moment I have a very mild case of it. So we just need to keep a close eye on it. We will be having ultrasounds every week or 2, stress tests for baby almost every week or more if I'm nervous, and blood work every week.... WOOT... this is on top of my weekly appointment with the doctor. Also it means that I will definitely be induced by 38 weeks.... (I am 31W3D today so in apx 6 weeks at max). If for any reason they get concerned about any of the tests, or my levels go up, or anything of worry, then the doctor will induce earlier. Inductions are usually done between 35 and 38 weeks no matter what. This is due to the increase of still birth and fetal distress later in pregnancy. So we will be closely monitored for the next 6 or so weeks and hopefully this will mean we will have a happy result in the end.
How do I feel about this???? Stressed, frustrated, sad and upset... as well as relieved to have a diagnosis, and glad that the doctor's are taking this seriously.
Well just wanted to let you know the results... I'll keep you updated as the tests start. :)
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