Recently, a friend of mine had a terrible scare when she went down for a much needed nap and awoke to find that her baby daughter was unable to breathe. Every parent's worst nightmare, to be sure. The cause was decided to be an unknown virus, and baby is on the mend. But the feeling it gave me to hear this news reminded me of our own children and our own hospital encounters. One in particular . . .
When our son was 3 months old it was determined that he had a condition known as craniosynostosis, described by the Mayo Clinic Staff as: “ . . . a birth defect in which one or more of the joints between the bones of your infant's skull close prematurely, before your infant's brain is fully formed. When your baby has craniosynostosis, his or her brain can't grow in its natural shape and the head is misshapen.” Which sounds bloody awful, to be sure. Our son's condition was (probably) not going to affect his physical well being, but his quality of life would suffer. It's harder to get dates when your eyes are bugging out of a head shaped like the one on the alien from 'Alien'.
When our son was 3 months old it was determined that he had a condition known as craniosynostosis, described by the Mayo Clinic Staff as: “ . . . a birth defect in which one or more of the joints between the bones of your infant's skull close prematurely, before your infant's brain is fully formed. When your baby has craniosynostosis, his or her brain can't grow in its natural shape and the head is misshapen.” Which sounds bloody awful, to be sure. Our son's condition was (probably) not going to affect his physical well being, but his quality of life would suffer. It's harder to get dates when your eyes are bugging out of a head shaped like the one on the alien from 'Alien'.
