I’ve spent the last couple of months having doctors, nurses, and techs exclaim over what an odd ball I am (medically speaking, of course). They are, in particular, usually surprised by Parvo exposure with twins–the tech who often works on my ultrasounds says she’s never had a case of Parvo and twins and she’s been doing this for 19 years. My OBGYN and my Maternal-Fetal specialist have never seen it either.
Add to that my “extreme anemia,” which “almost never happens” and I’m just plain weird.
And then the other day, a nurse was exclaiming because the twins are both lying transverse instead of vertical. She tells me, “I’ve only seen that in a text book.”
I don’t tell them that I’m nothing special. Really. My oddness is a dime a dozen. The medical marvel lives at my house and hardly anyone exclaims over him–although they probably should.
This is a child they assured me was brain dead–except he wasn’t. This is a child whose only MRI report reads: “the damage is worse than expected,” and believe me, they weren’t expecting much. This is a child that a lot of people didn’t expect to be capable of much.
And here he is, recognizing his own name. He also knows “Mama” and “Daddy” and we’ve almost completely mastered “Buster” and “Max.”
And here we are beginning to use those skills to answer questions–I still have to hold out his pointer, but he does all the moving himself. Again, we’re still working on this:
Say what you want–I think it’s amazing.