...or, in other words, the specialist. For her head.
We had an appointment with her pediatrician this week, totally unrelated to her head (she had a purple lip that we now believe was from her getting a little over-aggressive with her obsession of making her lips disappear, but that's a whole other story) and I again mentioned her head. Figured why not? Except this time instead of laughing at me and my concern and telling me it was fine, he said, "I can certainly refer you to the specialist if you'd like."
Um, no, I want to go back to you saying it's fine and it will round out and it's nothing to worry about. That's what I'd like.
I'm not entirely sure if he referred her to appease me and make me stop asking about it, or if he thinks she needs it, however I don't think he can just refer babies to the head people just for shits and giggles so there has to be some substance to the referral. I asked what he thought and he said, "It's not as severe as some, but worse than most. I'd call it moderate."
Oh, great. Could you not have called it moderate two months ago?
I don't know what to think. All humor aside I'm honestly sick over it. On one hand I don't want her in a helmet at all, and on the other hand that's not really our decision to make...we need to do what's best for her in the long run. We'll just have to see what they say tomorrow and go from there. But it sucks, it really sucks.
Plus, they're sending us to the plastic surgery department, which our pedi said is who handles the uh, flat headed kids, but it that seems just wrong. I'm also concerned about who else will be in the waiting room. I mean, are we going to be surrounded by the Real Housewives of Orange County? If so, that's ok, I have a lot to say to the girls, but it just seemed like an odd place to refer us to. Then again, if McSteamy ends up being Sabrina's doctor I can't really complain.
To be continued...