This morning was our busy hospital morning. Thankfully Ashlea's blood test was over with quickly (that's the 3rd good collector we've had this year!) in spite of much screaming and thrashing.
We had a quick trip to the dentist. He had a look at both the girls teeth and said they look pretty good. When we go back in December he might try and clean Audrey's teeth and have a closer inspection. Today we took it easy as it was her first visit and she was not looking forward to it!
He thought Ashlea's teeth looked pretty good 'all things considered' and said he would have a better look at them when she has her EUA for her eyes in the next couple of months. I am pretty sure that when he had finished looking in Ashlea's mouth she asked him:
"Where your manners?"
After that we went to see the kidney specialist - our last visit with her as she is retiring next month. It will be sad to see her go as she has been Ashlea's doctor since 'the beginning'. She is the one that came and saw us in the NICU and has taken care of Ashlea since. Its kind of funny because I am usually a fairly co-operative, non-hysterical parent, but the first day we met her I was an incoherent, blubbering, borderline hysterical mess.
Thankfully Ashlea's kidney results are stable again:
Alkaline phosphatase: 1082
We also met our new nephrologist today. She looks very young. Hopefully that doesn't mean inexperienced - at least it does mean that she is unlikely to retire in the near future!
This afternoon Ashlea and I are going to the physio while Murray takes Emma and Audrey to see Toy Story 3. I felt sick watching the three of them drive off in the car together. I think I am pretty well adjusted to 'disability land' now, but one thing about living here is that it makes you realise that anything can happen. To anyone. At any time. It makes me feel ill any time I see Murray and the girls drive off without me. All of the 'what ifs' start running through my head. I used to freak out whenever I drove anywhere by myself too - but I had to get over that quick smart as otherwise it would mean no time out for me. Ever.
How long do you think this paranoia will last? I think it started a bit after I had Emma, but then after the twins...boy did it kick in with full force. Its still going strong four years later. Anyone else???