HIV Test

Happy Callie.

The first doctor appointment that I took Callie to in Michigan was ok. I didn't particularly like the pediatrician, but figured it would be fine for the time being. I felt like she rushed through everything and didn't listen to anything I said. (Next time, I'll go through the trouble of finding a different doctor, even if I think I'll only be going once more.) Before we left, she mentioned that at 6 months Callie would need an HIV test. After she was born, she and her birthmom both had HIV tests and they came back negative. However, the HIV virus takes 6 months to show up. It's possible that the mother had contracted the virus while she was pregnant and it hadn't shown up on her yet. I was worried, but decided to push it out of my cluttered and overwhelmed brain for the time being.

A few weeks ago, the worry came back. I knew she would be 6 months and we'd have to get the test. I took her to her check up last week and they took her blood, but we wouldn't know the results for a couple days. I didn't mention this to Marcus. What's the point of 2 people worrying when 1 will suffice? It's more efficient to have just me worry about the potential of having a daughter with microcephaly and another with HIV. Sheesh. The weekend, though fun, was miserable!

But, I just made the phone call and we have the results. The nurse couldn't have read the results more slowly! Anyway. Folks, Callie is HIV negative. What a relief. I know we could have handled it, and we would have, but if you don't have to, what a HUGE relief! (big sigh)

Callie with her friend Madilyn. We were able to spend some
time with some good old friends a few days ago.
It was great seeing you Ashley!