Well, that was one of the more unpleasant 48 hours that I've ever had.
Tuesday lunchtime, we got a call saying there were some results back from Hamish's heel prick test, and that he had tested as being at least a carrier for cystic fibrosis
- he had not only some of the relevant enzymes but a genetic test showed that he had one of the common 12 mutations that cause CF. They had to do another test on Wednesday to clarify whether he had it on just one gene (and was therefore a carrier) or both (and therefore he had CF).
Liz went off to mother's group, but between the possibility of Hamish being pretty sick, and generally not feeling well, she wasn't dealing very well... which was capped by throwing up at the MCHN centre. Meanwhile, in Caulfield, I also wasn't feeling well, which I put down to a crap meal from the pub. I got a call to come home, and didn't mind too much. Within a couple of hours, it was pretty clear that we both had a bad case of gastro, shivering in front of the heater on full blast. Liz's mum came over and helped us with Hamish, who fortunately has skipped getting it. I ended up staying up that night for the early morning feeds to try and let Liz sleep and rest, so I got about 4 hours sleep on top of feeling like crap and being stressed.
Wednesday, we went in for the test to Monash Med, which basically involves running a current through his arm to make him sweat a lot, then measuring how much chlorine gets expelled in the sweat. Hamish hates anything that takes away his control of his arms, so basically screamed for 10 minutes while being zapped. We kicked around at the hospital for a while waiting for him to sweat some, and then got blood taken ourselves to check to see which (or both) of us are carriers. No one else in either family has tested positive to even being a carrier, so its likely to only be one of us, but we wont find out for weeks as its a genetic test rather than the quick one he did.
By late Wednesday I was still feeling awful, so I went to bed not too late, and Liz handled the morning feeds. He spent all today being very rambuctious and not wanting to rest - I think its just wind, but we're both a bit over being kicked in the stomach as he wriggles about.
Fiiiiinally we got a call around 2.30 saying that he is only a carrier, and definately does not
So, if I've been a bit weird or inattentative the last day or so, I hope you understand why. I didn't want to really discuss it too much with people until we knew for sure one way or another.
Now we wait for 2 days of accumulated stress to fade away, and for the results of the gene test. If we both are carriers, it means that we'd have to take that into account if we want to have any more kids - 1 in 4 chance of being a sufferer in that case might be too high a risk.
In the meantime, more photos of cute
 by control, i mean "stopping him from constantly flailing them around aimlessly "