As you know, we’ve had a lot on our minds lately with Olivia. We had a big bummer pertaining to severe scoliosis and I was feeling a little overwhelmed waiting to find out if it was surgical or just needed a brace. Surgical would have meant a brain tumor or something wrong with her spine. Neither of those options sounded fine to me. Neither does her having to wear a collarbone to hip brace for 12 hours a day until she stops growing, but I’ll take that over brain or spine surgery. We received a huge relief last week when we found out that it was *just* severe scoliosis. (Did you know the doctor calls you back REALLY quickly when you tell them you are freaking out and anxious and to PLEASE call you back??) I can tell you I felt 100 lbs. lighter after the call that confirmed it was not a brain tumor and would not require surgery.
The whole time we were waiting to hear the news, Matt and others kept reminded me that it was highly unlikely that it would be anything else but scoliosis. And every time someone said that I would laugh; because “odds” and “likelihood” went out the window when I had Olivia.
I read every single word of “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” when I was pregnant with her…and every other pregnancy book I could get my hands on. When I would get to the chapters where they would talk about “problems” in pregnancy, and I would see 1 in 10,000, I would skip right over that section and not give it a second thought. 1 in 10,000? 1 in 25,000? 1 in 50,000? That’s so rare! That won’t happen to me. I was 24 and healthy for goodness sakes.
And then it did.
So now when a doctor says “In all likelihood” or “Odds are”, I don’t necessarily believe them. Because odds were 1 in 50,000 or so that Olivia would have Cri du Chat. And guess what? It happened.
Now you understand a little better why “little” things can worry me so much.
And, given that logic, I’m off to buy a lottery ticket.