Tomorrow we take Adelle to the pediatric immunologist at Riley Children's Hospital in Indianapolis. It's our first appointment there, and I'm sure I'll be a bit nervous. There's an unspoken consensus around our area that if your doctor refers you to Riley, you know whatever medical situation you're going through with your child is either not very common or it's serious. So when our pediatrician brought us in to talk about Adelle's chronic low white blood cells and he told us we were being referred to Riley, my heart just sank.
This promises to be a whole-day event. Our appointment is at 9:30am, which means we'll need to leave here around 7am. I guess I could complain about having to travel so far and so long to get to Riley, but I feel rather fortunate to live relatively close to such a reputable children's hospital. At least we're not driving to the Mayo clinic in Minneapolis or the Cleveland Clinic. So the appointment is at 9:30am, and the nurse told me the consultation process usually takes two to two and a half hours, which takes us to 11:30 or 12pm. Then we'll probably get lunch and head back, maybe getting home around 3pm if everything goes smoothly.
Through all of this, I am grateful for two things. First, my in-laws have graciously volunteered to watch Cora, who is on Thanksgiving break from school this week. She's even spending the night tonight since we have to leave so early in the morning. (I will give a shout-out to my dad, too, who called to offer his babysitting services as well.) Secondly, I am grateful for James, the most supportive husband and best friend. He's taking off of work tomorrow so we can travel down together, interrogate the doctor together, and support each other during this stressful time.
I have no idea what to expect. All I pray for is good news. Wish us luck.
This promises to be a whole-day event. Our appointment is at 9:30am, which means we'll need to leave here around 7am. I guess I could complain about having to travel so far and so long to get to Riley, but I feel rather fortunate to live relatively close to such a reputable children's hospital. At least we're not driving to the Mayo clinic in Minneapolis or the Cleveland Clinic. So the appointment is at 9:30am, and the nurse told me the consultation process usually takes two to two and a half hours, which takes us to 11:30 or 12pm. Then we'll probably get lunch and head back, maybe getting home around 3pm if everything goes smoothly.
Through all of this, I am grateful for two things. First, my in-laws have graciously volunteered to watch Cora, who is on Thanksgiving break from school this week. She's even spending the night tonight since we have to leave so early in the morning. (I will give a shout-out to my dad, too, who called to offer his babysitting services as well.) Secondly, I am grateful for James, the most supportive husband and best friend. He's taking off of work tomorrow so we can travel down together, interrogate the doctor together, and support each other during this stressful time.
I have no idea what to expect. All I pray for is good news. Wish us luck.