Ike’s repeat LFT still showed some elevated levels (AST & ALT above high normal, and bilirubin still slightly high), so this afternoon we are off to Cincinnati to see the hepatologist. Boo. I really hope they do not want to do anything more invasive than blood tests. The finger sticks are hard enough to take; I don’t know how I’d handle anything more involved, honestly. But of course I want to get this settled and figured out, if at all possible. Will be asking about my diet, too. Part of me wouldn’t hesitate at all if they said to go ahead and eliminate gluten and corn, too (or anything else), and part of me is dying for them to say, go ahead and eat dairy and soy again if you like. Mike had to use a Groupon for Jet’s pizza before it expired last night, and I very nearly actually cried when I saw the boxes in the kitchen.
His four-month checkup at the regular pediatrician’s office went fairly well on Friday, though. The vaccinations again seemed to make him sleepy for a day and a half or so, but he seems to generally take them well enough. No fever that I noticed or that seemed to bother him, so that’s good. He’s near the middle of the pack in height and weight, but his head circumference is nearly off the chart, so they want to order – get this – an ultrasound, to make sure that there is no fluid where there shouldn’t be any, or anything else of concern. I am tempted to bring Mike into the office so they can see that it’s likely just familial big-headedness. I don’t really know the scale for hat sizes, but Mike says he wears a seven and a half fitted hat, which I guess is big? I again don’t feel like I can refuse the recommendation, like we should do it just to rule out anything of actual concern, but JESUS. Enough with the ultrasounds already. Given that he was scanned weekly from a six weeks’ gestation embryo through the first trimester, plus an NT scan, plus growth scans and plus BPPs, then the abdominal ultrasound, there better not be research coming out in the next few years that’ll show any real risk from the procedures. Eek.
This also surely means that we’ll be meeting our ridiculous health insurance deductible again this year. Perhaps I should make an appointment with a dermatologist, for shits and giggles. And maybe Mike could get the MRI for his hip that had been recommended but declined due to cost a while back. Le sigh.
Wish us luck, if you can, and I will try to update again this afternoon or this evening.