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May. 6th, 2009 01:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mrockwellWriting
*Submission, Black Gate, 5/5
*Submission, Shine antho, 5/5
Everything Else
Another cardiologist visit today. Max is at approximately 11 lbs 13 oz (he was really wriggling on the scale, so we couldn't get an exact weight) and 22 3/4 inches. The Lasix seems to be helping with his breathing (by removing the fluid from his lungs), which is in turn making it easier for him to eat (though, obviously, with his weight gain, he wasn't in any danger of starving, LOL). The doctor will probably up his dosage at our next visit, and maybe add ACE inhibitors depending on his blood pressure reading.
Going to the cardiologist always depresses me. Max is gaining so well and looks so healthy, it's easy to lull myself into thinking he's doing okay. But it's the stuff I can't see that really determines how well he's doing, and the only place I get an inkling of that is at the cardiologist visits. That's when I learn just how hard his little heart is actually working, and it makes me so sad to think of how much he's struggling and I don't even know it. It makes me feel powerless, which is torture for any mother, but even more so for a control freak like me. Good thing I know it's all in God's hands, or I'd be a complete wreck, not just a walking fender-bender, heh.
*Submission, Black Gate, 5/5
*Submission, Shine antho, 5/5
Everything Else
Another cardiologist visit today. Max is at approximately 11 lbs 13 oz (he was really wriggling on the scale, so we couldn't get an exact weight) and 22 3/4 inches. The Lasix seems to be helping with his breathing (by removing the fluid from his lungs), which is in turn making it easier for him to eat (though, obviously, with his weight gain, he wasn't in any danger of starving, LOL). The doctor will probably up his dosage at our next visit, and maybe add ACE inhibitors depending on his blood pressure reading.
Going to the cardiologist always depresses me. Max is gaining so well and looks so healthy, it's easy to lull myself into thinking he's doing okay. But it's the stuff I can't see that really determines how well he's doing, and the only place I get an inkling of that is at the cardiologist visits. That's when I learn just how hard his little heart is actually working, and it makes me so sad to think of how much he's struggling and I don't even know it. It makes me feel powerless, which is torture for any mother, but even more so for a control freak like me. Good thing I know it's all in God's hands, or I'd be a complete wreck, not just a walking fender-bender, heh.
