preop moved

Pre op has now been moved to Jan 5th.

One tooth down

One of Rowan's front teeth finally fell out! At Cracker Barrel no less.

His new front tooth is coming in completely sideways. Hello, dental work.

Surgery still scheduled for Jan 14th.

Surgery scheduled

We saw Dr. T. last week. His office is way cool. He has all these different models of infant skulls and how they are affected by various clefts and/or syndromes. Very interesting.
But anyway... He agreed with the orthodontist, that Rowan needs his bone graft sooner rather than later. But he said it wasn't so urgent that we couldn't enjoy Christmas first.
So surgery is scheduled for Jan 14th. Pre-op is Jan 12th.
He'll be on a liquid diet for a couple of days and on a soft food diet for 6 weeks. Also no PE or recess for that 6 weeks.
So that's the news. We're hanging in there. January is sufficiently far away for us to forget about it for now.

Save the date

Surgery consult is Oct 27th. That's also Eleri's birthay, and was my Dad's birthday, too. Rowan has a habit of doing things on 'special' days.

Team visit

So...
We had our team visit today. Sharon, the one who usually is running the show and coordinating everyone, was out on medical leave. And boy was it noticable! She runs a tight ship, and I pity anyone trying to fill her shoes. The guys today did their best, but that didn't change the fact that we spent most of our day like this

instead of in with the docs. It was a lot of waiting and playing with bead tables while John and I sat around looking/being tired. But we made it through, finally escaping and taking our starving selves to Hardees because that was the first place with not hospital food. Bad idea to move the Wendy's out of the neurosciences building, UNC!
So usually when we have a team visit, I give a line by line and specialty by specialty report, but I'm not doing that this time. ENT and pysch and social were all - great kid, looks good, nice family, no recs. Plastics said the same old - we'll do the nose and lip when he's ready but we're fine with waiting until he wants it. Speech was the same - no leakage, huge vocabulary, thanks for coming!
Orthodontics was the part that we were looking for, because of his visit this summer where the molar wasn't in so they couldn't put the expander. We were seeing if the molar would be in now, or what we needed to do. We've been waiting on this tooth for a while now, and it's STILL not in. It's right up next to the tooth beside it, and is hung up there unable to come down on its own. The orthodontist said they could put in a spacer, and that would give it room to come down. And then she pulled up his xray and dropped a bomb in my lap.

This one is not labled. I have one labled for you farther down. This is our boy's head. Isn't it lovely? He has all these nice permanent teeth just waiting to come out. Good healthy teeth, some of them teeth that he would not necessarily have. Isn't that exciting?
BUT... Two of his teeth are in a dangerous situation. They are right next to his open cleft. If they erupt into the cleft, the surgeon will have to remove them when he does the bone graft. Meaning two of the teeth in the front of his mouth will be gone - forever.
So the original plan of expanding the palate before bone grafting? Scrapped. The spacer being put in to allow that hung up molar to come down? On hold. Coming at us fast and furious? The bone grafting surgery.
The orthodontist assured me that although they prefer to have the palate expansion done before the bone grafting, they can do it after. She said that we needed to get going on this now, to take away the risk of losing those teeth. Now as in, we need to make an appointment with Dr. T and get a surgery date. Now as in, let's get you set up for more x-rays when you see Dr. T. Now as in, we'll call you with your appointment time.
We couldn't see Dr. T. today because he was in surgery. Good guy. Practice a bunch more before you put your hands on my little boy, okay?
I was not expecting this news. Rowan was not expecting this news. I think the hardest part of all of this (besides going through the actual surgeries of course) is hiding my reaction from him. I can not freak out, or get teary, or clam up, or any of the things I would normally want to do. I have to keep it together, stay calm, and have my happy matter of fact thing going - because anything less would freak him out. He already thought we meant today, and looked at me with his big eyes for a minute. We're already talking about it. Where they will take the bone from (his hip), when it will happen (we don't know yet, but soon), what will it feel like (it will hurt, but we'll give you medicine and you won't be awake for the surgery part at all), what he will eat (LOTS of ice cream and yogurt and blended food)...
We will be talking and talking and talking, because that's how he does it. And maybe we will cry, and that's okay, too. It's okay to cry when you're scared, and surgery is scary. But at least we get to go ahead and get this part of it over with. And then it will be done, and we can move on, right? Because it is what it is, as Heidi says. It's not what we'd ask for, but it is what it is, so we deal with it and go on.
So that's where we are. Waiting to hear when we see Dr. T. Getting a surgery date. Getting a bone graft. We haven't had a surgery for a long time.... but it is what it is.

Here's a labeled xray so you can see what I'm talking about. Any questions? Just ask.

Team meeting coming up

Team meeting is Oct 1st. When we went to see the orthodontist this summer, they said that his molars weren't in enough to put on the expander. But his front teeth still weren't loose, so we have time. They said they'd take a look when we came in for team. If the holdout molar still isn't down enough, they said they might put a bracket on it and pull it on down.

7 years old today

There were days, way back in the beginning, that I never thought we'd get to where we are today.
I never thought it would be hard to remember how it felt way back when, when Rowan was born and the doctor told me that he had a cleft and then put this little stranger on my belly.
I couldn't imagine that the hours of pumping and then squeezing the milk into his little mouth would disappear into that foggy haze of the past.
I couldn't picture him learning to walk, to run, to ride a bike...
I never imagined him on a soccer team.
I certainly never dreamed of his mohawk.

I remember the threat of surgery looming over our heads, and then it was happening, and then it was done, and then it was just something that happened a long time ago...

And here we are.
This is Rowan.


He loves dogs, riding his bike, and computers.
He's better at Mariokart that I am.
He can read. He's very good at writing. He draws well.
He makes this high-pitched noise that could make your ears bleed.
He sings to his baby sister.
He wants to be a vet when he grows up.

Honestly, how did we get from that baby to this boy? Where did it all go?
I can remember life before him, but I can't imagine it. I have to stop and think, "wait... that was before Rowan was born." How did I even exist before this boy came into my life?
I'm a completely different person today than I was 7 years ago.
7 years ago I was afraid and ashamed of feeling the way I did. I was looking for someone to blame and someone to make it all better *rightthisminute*.
This life is incredible. This world is magical. God is wonderful and mysterious and loves us more than we can possibly imagine. He chose us, chose me!, as Rowan's family. I couldn't have known it then, but I know it now - how very important that is.
Some people sparkle. Rowan is one of them. Aren't we lucky?