Basketball

I called home from work to check on the basketball games, and to see how Amaya was after jumping around last night. Scott said that she played 2 of the 8 quarters (I know that doesn't make the correct amount of quarters, but don't know the real term used in basketball...so, quarters it is). He said that she would limp and pretty much hop down the quart, through the pain. She did make 2 baskets, but she decided to stop after those 2 "quarters". I am proud of her for that. She tried.

Jumping?

Amaya had the physical therapy today, Friday. She is walking better than she has in weeks. Still not normal, but less bent over and curved in. This makes me happy, as if the PT is already helping, and at least she is loose enough to be a little more comfortable. So, tonight she is jump roping ( I don't think that she should be, but whatever.....let her do it ), and even says that she wants to play bball tomorrow. We will have to see.

I'm so excited!!

Amaya has her appt. with the pediatric orthopedic specialist first thing Monday morning!!! I can't wait to hurry and up and wait some more to get test results back. No really, I feel a huge sense of relief to just have that appt. so we can get the ball rolling and get xrays and whatever else that is needed to figure out and treat this.

Physical Therapy

Alright, today, Thursday, I brought Amaya back to the doctor. I felt that they should be seeing what I am seeing with all her "crookedness". Donna examined her, then actually went and got Dr Dixon to see too. He thought that the difference in the length of her legs was "pretty significant", as was the difference in the height of her hips. They got her in to physical therapy today at 300pm. Donna also said that sometimes they will call back to the office with their preliminary thoughts if they had an interesting patient (of course, Amaya will be interesting).
Three o'clock we meet a nice man named Marty at the Spine and Sports therapy place. He makes Amaya feel comfortable and she even laughs at times. Marty finds many things wrong from a therapist's point of view, but figures that she will need some pretty specific tests to see what is all the cause of it.
Some problems:
Amaya is "knock knee'd" which she has been since she was very little, except she has a pretty "significant" angle on the L lower leg. (where it is supposed to go straight down from the knee, hers angles outward.
Her L foot's ROM (range of motion) is that of a board. There is no give, where it is supposed to give.
Her R hip area is extremely tight.
Her L side, rib area is extremely tight with limited ROM. She is not even able to rock her hips from side to side, because it is that tight. She has to literally pick up her L leg to move her hip on that side.
When she stands up, she doesn't straighten her L leg. #1, because it hurts, and #2 because of the hip and whatever else problem.
Basically she is all crooked. This is so crazy, because before the leg pain, there was none of this. We haven't noticed anything wrong, nor have there been any complaints.
She has trouble getting pants on, getting shoes on, walking, or even just getting into the van. It is so sad to see. I am praying that this will be something that is easily treated, and then she will be able to get back to her normal activity.

I Lean

There truely is something going on with Amaya. So, this morning, after talking with the doctor's office, Amaya was standing in the kitchen. The one leg all cock eyed, as the usual lately.

Mom: Stand up and see if you can straighten both of your legs.
A: I can't
M: Why not?
A: I can't because one of my legs is shorter than the other...
M: What do you mean, your leg is shorter than the other?
A: I can't because this leg is shorter than this leg!!
M:What? Your leg is shorter than the other leg??????? Sit down and let me see.

Amaya sat on the floor and extended both of her legs, and sure enough, the R leg is 1-2 inches shorter than the L leg. (Are you kidding me????)

M: How long has it been this way, when did you notice it?
A: When I swing on the swings I notice it. (Seriously, since Summer??? This is what I am thinking....BAD MOM!!)

I proceed to call Scott and tell him what is happening, then make a call to Dr Dixons, to cancel the ortho appt here in Grand Haven and tell them what is going on and that I want a pediatric orthopedic, because this is going to be a chronic thing. I am sad. I am thinking of the future, will she be a gimp? Will she have one leg shorter than the other? Will she be the "I lean", in the joke- What do you call a girl with one leg shorter than the other? Will she have a cane, will she be able to get a boyfriend? Will she be able to play sports, will she be able to ride horses?? (she would be so completely sad) I know, I know, stupid thoughts at a time like this, and to be honest, I am sooooooo much happier with a short leg in comparison to Leukemia. But, these are my thoughts at this point.
In further inspection of my beautiful specimen. I think that her hips are crooked. So it might not be the leg and be something completely different. Whatever the problem, it is still there and we need to follow up with ortho. (It can't be soon enough for me)
More thoughts...will she need surgery? Okay, I need to stop thinking about it and wait to see the doctor. That is what I have decided, and I am alright with this now. It has taken me all day to get to this point, but it is okay, and she will be okay.
Glass is full, Glass is full!!!

Glass Half Full

Last week, Amaya and I went to Meijer. When we walked in, I noticed a young girl, about Amaya's age who was bald. Within 10 seconds, Amaya noticed her too, and made a little noise....like she was scared. I explained to her that sometimes people, including little kids, have to take medicine that can make their hair fall out. Still, she was a bit hesitant, and told me it made her scared, because she had never seen a bald little girl before. Then we were off to do our shopping.
Amaya's left thigh hurts. It has for 10 days. She started limping on it on a Saturday, after her basketball game. Scott watched the game, and said she never limped, hurt herself, or even complained of it during the game, so as far as we know, there is no real injury to it. There is no bruise, redness, swelling, hard bump or anything that would indicate a problem, just pain. This pain increases when she walks ( aka weight bearing). Last Thursday, still in pain, and walking like a gimp, I decided that she shouldn't still be in pain, and decided that she go see the doctor, so off we went. Donna, the nurse praticioner, said that she thought that it was a torn muscle, got an xray (which came back negative), and said that we should give it time, motrin, hot compresses/soaks, and use a heating pad. Like a good doobie, we did as she said.
Today is Tuesday, 10 long days after this started. Amaya came home from school crying, "I can't even keep up with my kids at school to walk with them, because it hurts too bad". She says that the pain is worse and is even hurting at rest, when sitting. Still no signs of injury, such as bruise, redness, etc.... I even called the school and talked with Mrs. Clauss (Amaya's teacher) to see how she has been at school. She said that she was actually going to write me a note about it today, because she is still having trouble with it hurting, and walking.
I'm a nurse and all, and believe that I have a good base knowledge on this kind of stuff, but sometimes I tend to put stuff off longer than other people (like the time that Jake was hospitalized for 7 days and diagnosed with asthma). Sometimes, I over react....I always think the worst! I didn't in this case, OK, I thought it, but didn't dwell on it, or even voice it to anyone, but thought it.
I decided, after trying to get ahold of our doctor without answer, that I would bring her to DeVos Children's Hospital. I want a pediatric radiologist to read the xray. I do trust a regular rad, but I think that I trust a ped's one so much more when it comes to my kids. We got up to the ER at 530pm, and didn't get into a room til around 730. Holy smokes, that is a busy place. The doc came in, got more xrays, then decided after the xrays came back negative that they were going to do some blood tests. Because there is no apparent injury, and she has this continued pain, we have to rule out something like leukemia, and some other stuff. OK, I admit it, I did think it, but thought it was a way out, far fetch of an idea. I mean, come on, it is just a hurt leg!! Anyways, that was me trying to soothe myself in my head. I knew better than that, it is a possibility. I just didn't want to believe it was possible. I told Amaya that she had to have her blood drawn, and she started to cry. I wanted to cry so bad, but didn't want to scare her. She kept telling me that she was scared, and I would talk to her, telling her about the pending procedure, all the meanwhile, in my head I was the one scared, thinking of that little girl at Meijer without the hair, and how she was scared of her bald head. Wondering how she would be without her hair, when she is just beginning to grow it out again. As we sat there talking, and keeping her mind off the impending poke, I got some pictures out of my purse. Once again, back to the hair, she was complimenting herself on her long hair when she was 2 yrs younger. How ironic it was for me.
They came and drew her blood, and she did a fabulous job (with the help of some EMLA cream-numbing). Tick tock, tick tock......time went by. We read an entire chapter book, and finally the doc came back in.
All the lab tests came back negative!! We don't know what is going on, but we do know that it isn't the big stuff, is what he told us. Follow up in 2 days if not better (she will need an orthopedic referral if this continues). Amaya has no idea of what this night meant to me, or to Scott. All I wanted to do is go and vomit. Get dressed, we are going home!
I pray to God pretty much daily. I am not all fancy about it. It is usually at the silliest of times, like driving down the road, just hanging with my kids, or whenever I feel the urge. I make sure that I don't only pray when I need something, mostly it is for other people, but many times it is just to say that I am thankful for my family, their health, and the friendships that I have.
I grew up in a more pessimistic household. There wasn't much optimism, so I am one to look around and wonder. I guess that as I was in that ER room, I was wondering, is this what God has in store for us? Is this what He thinks that we need, leukemia? As I sat in the waiting room there, looking around, there was a little girl, must have been about 5, but looked small for her age. She was pale and sickly looking. If I had triaged her at my work, I would have brought her right back. We waited at least 1 1/2 hours near her, went for an xray, came back and was called into a room before her. I heard her mom say that she passed out at home, yet, she seemed so calm. I assumed that this must not be new for her, and that they have been in before. I felt sad, like why me? All my kids are healthy, I have a good life. Why is she the sick one, why was she chosen to be sick? What does He have in store for us? It is not good to sit and wait in life to see what bad things are going to happen. I just can't help it. I have been through a lot in my life, just different stuff. I have to be optimistic...the glass if half full!!! (damnit)
After all the thinking that I have done tonight, Amaya came home and had a funny grin on for Scott. She was hiding her hand behind her back, like she had something to show him. She did, her battle wound from the blood draw, and her ID band from the hospital. She has no idea, other that she just had an xray and some labs drawn, and that she got to stay up late on a school night. She is happy, she is an optimist!!