The life and times of Oscar Marcos Perez-Cytron. Born Thanksgiving Day 11/22/01.
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Monday, February 07, 2005
7:09 PM posted by Oscar
We're all finally on the mend. Last week was hellish, with all of us suffering from exhaustion, high fevers and even higher levels of crankiness.
All mixed up with this, was the issue that I alluded to in my last post... A few weeks ago, Oscar's teacher brought it to our attention that Oscar is quite a bit behind the other kids in his class when it comes to running, jumping and climbing the stairs. We had also noticed that he trips a lot and is just a general clutz. I chalked it up to his Perez genes--there aren't a lot of stellar atheletes in the bunch and a lot of them run and walk like ducks (sorry familia, but it's true!).
So we took him to the doctor to have him checked out. She didn't see anything obvious, but referred us to a neurologist so that they could check him out further. The neurologist didn't seem terrible concerned, but sent him to get some blood tests to make sure that there wasn't some kind of "pathology" causing the problem. Of course that set the wheels of worry into motion... We had to wait over week to get the results of the blood test--then we got the results on Friday and had to wait all weekend to see the neurologist to find out what they meant. I worked myself up into quite a frenzy of neurotic fears, envisioning problems that mostly didn't even make sense in retrospect.
To make a long story short, all the tests came back fine and he doesn't have anything wrong (no tiene absolumente nada). Aside from the fact that he's still pretty clumsy, has one flat foot (pie plano) and is behind the other kids in his coordination. I can certainly live with that.
Keep in mind that we had do do all of this in in Spanish, which we now understand very well, but still speak like crazy immigrants. The wonderful thing is that the doctors here are light years beyond their American brothers and sisters when it comes to bedside manner. They actually treat you like a human being and take the time to talk to you rationally and practically. I think this experience would have been more stressful in the US. Oscar now loves going to the doctor. I hope he isn't turning into a hypochondriac.
Christian and I wonder if the problems don't stem from being pushed. Oscar doesn't like to be told what to do. I don't know where he gets that trait from. One of his favorite tactics is passive resistance. He'll just flop around like a fish or start acting like a vegetable when someone tries to get him to do something he is averse to doing. So we've decided to stop fighting with him so much and get off his case about little stuff. We don't force him to walk as much anymore. He's been in a much better mood and so have we....
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