Counsel-- (noun) advice thats given formally.
Since the readers (all probably 10 of you...) to our blog consists of 98% family members or loved ones, most of you already know that we had to see a perinatologist to check out our lil boy's feet and see if there were other concerns. There was some speculation that his right foot might have a genetic condition called
club foot. So off we went to St. George to get things checked out. We decided to make a day of it.... we planned to hit up the
Saint George Temple in the morning and arrive at our appointment by 1:30. Who knew that on tuesday morning,
the session would be packed (mostly with elderly couples) and when we finally made it to our appointment, they would turn us away for 45 mins due to overbooking. Turns out the nurse was misinformed, but we didn't know nor were we corrected, since we headed to Bajio for some lunch-- turns out that our "little" trip took a lot longer than expected. It was worth it, though. We were able to met with an amazing doctor (Dr. E), who I think James wished was my actual new OB/GYN. He began the process of thoroughly checking everything out... even though lil man wasn't cooperating-- which is definitely his style. Remember it took us till 34 weeks to find out baby J was a lil man and NOT a lil lady.
GOOD news: Lil J's brain and spine look good and are developing well. BAD news: it looks like possibly both feet are clubbed. GREAT news: club feet are 99.9% treatable using methods such as the
Ponseti method. We are just hoping that everything else is developing properly since an ultrasound can only tell so much before the baby is born. After Dr. E shared with us his professional opinions ranging from VBAC, Cesaearn, which hospital lil man should get treatment to the likelihood of "other" complications, he informed us we would be talking with a genetic counselor.
Wait... hold the phone. James was definitely not interested in this last "phase" of the appointment, and as soon as the door shut, he informed me... " I am not going to counseling". I
chuckled laughed out loud that genetic counseling explained options while giving informational pamphlets about the process of dealing with a child with "special" circumstances, and it did not mean you had to talk about your feelings. Oh, Mr. Pendleton... you made me smile and still do. Thank you. So we walked out of the office feeling a little more "aware" of what lies ahead of us and a few sheets of paper about club feet. No feelings shared or tears shed... at least not that day:).
So there you have it... a long overdue update.
Hopefully also provided some clarification for those that think genetic counseling means you will be talking about feelings, emotions, etc in a therapy session. Our counselor was nice enough to suggest if James wanted to share his feelings about our (Baby J's) situation, she was more than to happy to oblige. He declined, of course.
** Disclaimer: James is currently in the process of petitioning a name change for genetic counseling so people are not misled by such title.
We are very optimistic about our options and delighted to bring baby J into this world very soon.
Sooo much to finish before his arrival in OCTOBER. Yikes.
PS Happy Birthday shot-out to my sis,
Geneve. Enjoy your day! We love you.
You need someone to through you a party like the one you gave Litte C for
his 1st birthday. Adorable.
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