The son was born healthy, beautiful boy, developed even faster than it was supposed to by age. But when he was three months old, he began to react strongly to the change of weather – we took turns getting up at night with the whole family. Two weeks later, the baby began to burp after feeding, and quite strongly, then I panicked.
We turned to the doctor, and they gave us a referral to a neuropathologist. And I must say, I was surprised, since we got to him the next day. After examining the child, the doctor told me to urgently do neurosonography.
The results were disappointing.
A few days later, we came to a neurologist with the result, and it turned out that my baby had a very high intracranial pressure. A list of medications, massages, trips to the pool and obligatory walks in the fresh air were made.
We coped with the first point quickly; packs of pills and syrups were bought that day. With horror, I thought how to give bitter drugs to a four-month-old baby. After some time I got used to it, chopped up the tablet with the help of two spoons, tea and dining room. And bred in milk.
When the drugs were cleared up, I went to find out about the massage, and I found out that the record was 4 months in advance. That is to get – it is difficult. Then, after consulting with a familiar massage therapist, I decided to study on my own. Naturally, he showed me and gave me a whole exercise program in paper form.
The next step was the pool. Honestly, I had no idea how such a baby in the pool! Yes, he settled down three kilometers from our house. But what can’t you do for the sake of your son, we began to walk. Stroller, bag in the pool and forward. And so three times a week, six kilometers. At first it was hard, and then they got used to it.
There was a special female doctor who worked with us and taught us to dive. In general, the baby quickly mastered, and despite his age, he did such a thing in the water, that I was surprised.
We walked every day, in spite of the weather, even in the rain, I took the stroller, rain coat, put on the warmth of the baby and we walked outside for an hour and a half.
At that time, our daily routine was this: water treatments, pills, massage, walk, pool, walk. By evening, I was just falling from exhaustion. But before the eyes of the baby was getting easier. Two weeks later, he normally ate, and did not throw tantrums.
But we won!
Exactly a month later, the neurologist sent for another neurosonography. And when I brought him the result, he even looked at our card, thought, maybe he was mistaken. My son has a positive dynamic. Just a month! Six months later, a neurologist removed us from the register.
At that moment I realized that I should never give up, no matter what happens in life, and whatever diagnoses they put to our children.