Neurosurgery appt today- I was allllll prepped for the doc to set a date to have Annabelle's VP shunt placed. When I was working in clinic the other day I plotted out her most recent head size that I had measured and she was continuing to grow away from her curve. So I tried to mentally prepare and was *sure* it was going to happen.
At the visit today the nurse got the same measurements I had but when they plotted it out she was leveling off and not moving any farther away from the curve, although she is big (duh). I think they must use a different graph than the one we're using in clinic. Neurosurgeon said no shunt, no scan at this point and don't come back til summer!!!!
I was/ am thrilled, I cried a few tears of joy and spread the news throughout the hospital (and Internet). What was weird was the way I felt a few hours later. Once the thought settled a bit I got neurotic again- What if they should be using our graphing system rather than the one they have, what if he's wrong and there's still a lot of pressure, am I doing more damage by just going along, am I not giving her the best chance she has.... and on and on and on, ugh it's exhausting.
Needless to say, while I'm thrilled and oh so happy I'm going to ask her regular doc's opinion and see if she wants to verbally run Annabelle's case by another surgeon as a quasi "second opinion." I'd do it but I also work there and don't want to rock any boats, oh the politics in medicine and how well we all play the game ::::eye roll::::
On further happy notes- she continues to do well developmentally, although starting to fall behind cognitively too (gross motor is always gonna be slow but whatever w/ that, we do therapy) she's still plowing ahead and doing well. And the hubs and I are going for a couples massage tomorrow morning for our anniversary and then a fancy shamncy dinner the next night :-D YaY for adult romantic time!!!!