And Now, Back To Our Regularly Scheduled Level of Anxiety
For Thanksgiving, we went to visit family in a big(ger) city. Outside of this city is a kick-ass medical facility where a bunch of kick-ass doctors work. My kick-ass mother-in-law was able to call in a favor with her kick-ass neighbor, who happens to also be a doctor at this medical facility, and get Baby S an appointment with one of the top pediatric neurologists in the U.S. the Wednesday before Thanksgiving.
In short, Baby S is going to be fine. He has a shudder which will go away on its own by the time he is one, if not before.
Yes, we went out of network and will probably pay a small fortune for the second opinion, but it sure as heck is better than just sitting around for four months wondering if there is a serious problem with my kick-ass baby.