We are lucky to live in a city with an excellent children\u2019s hospital. Though we did not know it when I went into labor at thirty weeks, it would become our home away from home where my son, Charlie, would live for the first three months of his life.<\/p>\n

The call with the results from the amniocentesis had come from the Mayo Clinic just hours before I went into labor. Our son had a rare and rarely understood diagnosis\u2014Beckwith Wiedemann Syndrome, something that would take me years to spell. It could cause overgrowth of certain organs, pin tuck markings in his ears, macroglossia (an overly large tongue), greater risks for certain cancers and much, much more. Or less. How it would present itself was yet to be determined.<\/p>\n

When he first arrived so suddenly and without preamble with his hair gooped up, tongue stuck out, and those pock-marked ears, he looked like a tiny punk rocker. This look, while adorable, was not practical. The tongue obstructed his airways. He could neither breathe nor eat on his own.<\/p>\n

Those early weeks in the NICU quickly took on a shape that was both comforting in its routine and also terrifying in its implications. The walls of the ward were hung with pictures of sunshines and superheroes and I could follow the trail of blue squares to green dots to yellow triangles on the tile floor that would take me to my child. I carried my insulated bag of milk, which I had pumped at home alone in his nursery, and held it up to the nurse like a peace offering. It was my price of admission. Once paid, I would slow-step to his incubated bunker and lay my gloved hands on him, like a benediction, but more like a prayer to him to \u201cget well soon\u201d. His chest would rise and fall as the ventilator dictated. It\u2019s hisses and sighs were the soundtrack to our days.<\/p>\n

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When my husband and I made the giant leap of faith to let the doctors perform a tracheotomy, we thought this would be the biggest decision we would have to make as parents, to open up his body and let the air in. <\/strong><\/h2>\n

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And it was thus far. Thankfully, it was the right decision and the surgery worked. It bypassed that tongue and brought him into a realm of stability that allowed us to retrace the path of triangles to dots to squares which would lead us out of the NICU and home.<\/p>\n

Later, at his one-year appointment, I found myself sitting in another brightly lit room at the very same hospital for a follow-up with the developmental clinic. This room had airplanes on the walls in primary colors. It was on this day, after parrying a grueling series of tests that he was officially diagnosed with cerebral palsy. It was not a surprise. We had our suspicions based on a brain scan done all those months ago in the NICU and the milestones that continued to elude him with each passing month. I had stopped tacking the charts to the refrigerator. These were not our bucket lists.<\/p>\n

As our doctor noted \u201ccerebral palsy\u201d for the first time in his already hefty chart, she repeated, over and over, \u201cThis is a good thing. This will open doors for you. It will get him the resources he needs.\u201d I took that information in, as I had done everything else, mutely and with the intent to process later.<\/p>\n

After this, we were assigned a neurologist on top of a geneticist. Physical therapist, speech therapist, feeding therapist, and occupational therapist would follow.<\/p>\n

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There were many \u201cists\u201d in those days.<\/strong><\/h2>\n

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And because this had become our norm, it wasn\u2019t until Charlie got reassigned to a new geneticist at age four who proposed more testing that it occurred to me to push back a little. I could understand all the therapists working with him to talk, to walk, to eat, to hold a crayon and make a circle. They were helping him live a more independent life. And I could understand the neurologists navigating that ocean of brain waves. But this specialist wanted to send his genetic code back to the Mayo Clinic for \u201cinvestigative purposes\u201d and \u201cre-evaluation of prenatal diagnoses.\u201d She wanted to see if there was yet another chromosomal shift we could detect on top of the syndrome and the cerebral palsy.<\/p>\n

This was, I reminded myself, a research hospital. I had come to recognize the familiar gleam in a resident\u2019s eye when they saw my son and his webbing of diagnoses. She was young and eager, two things I could no longer claim. But on this day, I did as I always had. I nodded, rolled my son out in his wheelchair, and went home to think.<\/p>\n

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That night after a dinner of past its prime Thai food, my husband and I faced each other across the couch like gameshow contestants and asked the necessary questions:<\/p>\n

\u201cWould this information open up any new treatment we have not already considered?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWould adding one more thing to his chart help his current therapists in their understanding of him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWould the testing itself take more out of him than he can give?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWould we be more confused and newly agitated if the results were inconclusive?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs more always better?\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

In the end after much talking that took us well past night and into the morning, we decided not to have him tested again. We already had enough information. We were doing everything we could and he was making progress in his own Charlie-way. The geneticist would disagree, would probably say knowledge is power.<\/p>\n

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But we did not need new paths to wander down. We needed to help our son navigate the one he was already on.<\/p>\n

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*This article originally appeared on Shield Healthcare<\/a>.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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