What a week!

Yesterday, Calla came with me to my o.b. appt.  She cried as soon as the nurse walked in the room wearing  scrubs.  She'd never done this before.  Why the sudden fear?  Let's review the week.  Wednesday, Calla had an appointment with a pediatric ENT.  Why?  Well, Darby and I have decided that we want to just get things checked out as far as Calla still not walking.  She is now 18-months old, and still has never even let go of the furniture to try to stand on her own.  She still will not let go of the couch to sit down from a standing position.  We practice walking with her, and she is fine with one or two hands held, but becomes terrified when we encourage her to do it on her own.  I just started thinking back to kids I've known who had delays, and the first thought was to get her ears checked for fluid and to have her vision checked.  I started worrying (what, me worry?!? No way!) that maybe something is throwing her balance off and feeling bad for her if that were the case.  So, trip to the ENT.  All clear - yay!  But the ENT wants us to see a pediatric orthopaedic specialist due to the turning outward of her legs (already saw one almost a year ago, but maybe it's worth a re-check).  Calla cried everytime the ENT did anything - a test for fluid and looking in her ears.  Then Thursday, we see an eye doctor.  This doctor does not specialize in kids, but I decided to go with him anyways because he was a lot cheaper under my insurance plan, and I wanted more of a screening than anything.  Of course, Calla screams when the doctor tries to look at her eyes.  And forget them getting measurements of her eyes or her being cooperative with the different-sized pictures on the wall!  The doctor decided that the only way to accurately assess her vision would be to dilate her eyes and then he could tell by just looking.  That would take a while, so we had to come back in a few hours.  I left with Calla, and though she was happy to be leaving, I was on the verge of tears, knowing how much she would scream through drops being put in her eyes (several sets, one that would sting) and then forcing her to hold still while the doctor could look into her eyes.  I called Darby, and he volunteered to come on his lunch break and be the strong one!  We figured that it was worth it, because my eyes were horrible growing up until Lasik, and she had high risk factors of poor vision.  Plus, it was no added cost.  Well, Calla did scream through most of it.  But it really wasn't that bad.  She is near-sighted.  Right now her vision is at about 20/80 (most children her age do not have 20/20 vision but more like 20/40 or20/60 until they get a little older).  The doctor doesn't think she needs glasses yet, but he said it's not a matter of "will she," but "when will she."  Maybe I'll start saving now for Lasik for her!
So, Calla has Mommy's eyes and probably Mommy's feet and ankles.  I am hoping that at least she will have Darby's teeth, but so far it's not looking promising in that arena!  So, in the end - if you wear scrubs, expect my baby to scream when you come close!
We are praying for the next steps - just let time go by and wait for her to walk on her own, consult a PT for the second time, or consult an orthopaedic specialist for the second time. Please pray for wisdom!

Calla at the eye doctor after her eyes being dilated.  Getting ready to walk into the bright sunshine!  Below is a video of Calla the next day - insisting to wear the glasses still!