Kyle's not sure where I got this idea, but for some reason I was thinking that seeing a geneticist would actually be helpful. Maybe I'm spoiled by Collin's neurologist, but I was envisioning a hey-we're-all-in-this-together-and-we'll-get-to-the-bottom-of-it-somehow kind of experience. Instead, the visit consisted of a somewhat rough physical exam, the discussion of some of the conditions we may be facing (along with an explanation that there are no treatments for any of them), and the suggestion that we might not want to have any more children in the relatively likely event that we find some sort of genetic component. Then he ordered another round of blood and urine testing.
So, we went home, I had a good, loud cry, and then we packed everything back up and headed to the children's hospital for Collin's blood work and spinal tap. And on the way there, he broke his six-day seizure-free streak with a cluster of spasms. I jokingly asked Kyle what else could happen today, didn't like his response, and made a mental note not to ask that question again.
At the hospital laboratory, I explained how much trouble they had encountered on our previous visit, so they called in the IV team so they would only have to stick him once. Except that they stuck him FIVE TIMES (including once in the head, which almost sent me over the edge), bruised him horribly, and still didn't get everything they need, so I have to take him back again this week. Then we picked him up and walked over to get his spinal tap, where they 'missed' on the first go and had to try again. While Kyle and I held him down. The picture above is of Kyle and Collin while we were waiting to get out of the hospital. If you squint, you can see Collin's spinal tap band-aid hanging out.
The whole ordeal took about nine hours, so we were all, needless to say, drained when we got home. Collin slept like a rock for a while and Kyle and I made an oven pizza and sat there in a daze.
When we put Collin to bed, we kept hearing this strange rattling sound and discovered that a toy I had laid next to him because I thought the yellow might attract his eye was just within reach and he was batting at it over and over again and sometimes even gently touching it with his fingers.
Take that, crappy day.