Zachary’s pediatrician wasted no time in getting us an appointment with a cardiologist. Cy scrambled to get the day of Zachy’s appointment off of work and we headed out of state. It was a beautiful drive, most of which was through Virginia. Kentucky is pretty, Virginia is gorgeous. Tennessee… well we saw a lot of garbage. Johnson City is nice enough, but by the time we got there the boys were pretty tired from the ride.
We were an hour early, but still got seen an hour or so late. Then… nothing. Man, this place was completely at a loss as how to deal with a toddler. You’d think a pediatric office would be able to, but they basically just -tried- to listen to his chest, then told us to bring him back in a year when he could sit still better. “It could be normal, it could be environmental” was his way of trying to make us feel better. Really, all we felt was a complete waste of time.
I would happily drive to the other side of the country if it came to the health of one of my boys, but seriously if I make a drive do something, don’t just tell me to come back later.
With that said, if there is something going on with his heart it isn’t likely to be serious. I wasn’t that worried about it before, then I got worried when it seemed there might be something to worry about, but now I’m back to not being that worried. If his tongue starts turning blue, that’ll be a time to worry, but that’s not happened yet and there’s no reason to think that it might.