All Clear

"You're going to the doctor, Baby" Bubba said to Baby as she passed by. Baby ran to me and said "I going doctor, Mommy?" I had decided not to tell Baby she had a doctor's appointment until we were almost there because I knew she wouldn't be happy. Ever since she was in the hospital, she has been a little afraid of doctors, and who can blame her? "Yes...we are going to the doctor but no boo boos" I reassured her. Still puzzled by how Bubba even knew she was going to the doctor, I scurried around trying to get everything ready.
Finally, after over 1 1/2 hours of hearing Baby whine about the doctor in the car, we arrived at Cook Children's Hospital. We had just minutes to spare, so I snapped a quick photo of my parking spot (so I would remember where I parked), and rushed inside. Through the myriad of signs, arrows, elevators, and sky walks we found our destination ... pediatric neurology and neurosurgery. We were quickly called back, but experience told me that meant nothing.
Forty five minutes after we sat down in our room, the doctor waltzed in. Don't get me wrong, I really like him, but he is a pediatric neurosurgeon. He is a bit cocky, slightly quirky, and just a smidge awkward. Baby immediately furrowed her eyebrows, stared straight into his eyes and said, "I don't want to do that!" "What?" I said. "I don't want to do THAT!" she exclaimed, still staring sternly at the doctor. "What? You don't want to do what?" I questioned. He laughed and said, "Anything I want her to do!" And with that, she turned away and began to pout.
We talked about any symptoms she was having related to the possible hydrocephalus or tethered spinal cord (which are none) and symptoms that we should still watch for. He, then, went on to explain that he believes her large brain ventricles and sacral dimple is just who she is. It is how she developed and is really a fluke. He does not believe there is anything to worry about and gave her the all clear. He does want us to follow-up in a year with an MRI and appointment (which we will probably have to do for a few years), just to be certain. I also asked about the baby (if there was anything we should be concerned about or I should be tested for in regards to all this), and he said that he thought there was no reason for it.
I was SO glad to hear all of this. While I didn't think about it every day, it was always in the back of my mind and probably always will be. I would jump everytime she bumped her head or question why she was walking on her tippy toes. I immediately became concerned if she said anything in her back or legs hurt and would run to her anytime her head was involved. Hopefully now, I can relax a little and know that her leg hurts because she fell earlier in the day or the bruise on her head is from her brother hitting her. No worries, at least for the moment!