The Specialist

First off, I want to say thanks for all of your well wishes. I really appreciate that. I don't think you can know how much it means. :)

So! News! First off, I need to tell you that my son has out-of-this-world anxiety when it comes to anything medical. He has been through more procedures than I can even knew existed, and he just falls apart. But he did so well at this monster, four hour long appointment! I'm so proud of him. And I'm grateful to the staff for being as patient and all around awesome as they were.

But the highlights are: they think they can help him sleep. (He's six years old and doesn't wind down until 10:00 or 11:00 pm, no joke. Then he sleeps restlessly and crawls into bed with us two or three times a night. Apparently this sleep behavior is common for Williams. I didn't know this; I just thought that we were lame parents. Rock on!) His feet and legs are stiffer than they should be, but his arms are good. The muscles on the left side of his face aren't as active as the right side, and his tongue might not be working like it should. They'd like to sedate him and take an MRI of his brain. They'd like to test his kidney function and his calcium level. (His kidneys had started to fail when he was younger, and his calcium level was way too high. This has all been remedied, but we still keep an eye on it.) They diagnosed him with ADD...which should surprise no one, but he'd never been diagnosed before. They also took my blood and my husband's to check for inverted genes. They measured his fingers and features. They checked the coarseness of his hair. They have recommendations, and I have a direction. I couldn't be more pleased.

So more tests coming up, and then we'll know more. In the meantime, this specialist took four hours to discover more about my little boy than anybody else had in six years. I couldn't be happier.