Bright eyes followed all the doctor's movements and quick, little, chubby hands grabbed the shiny instrument used to test reflexes. When asked if our little guy was always so happy, we could answer truthfully that his mood has been the one thing not affected by whatever he's battling.
We have no answers, but at least we have a doctor who listened, examined, and took our concerns as his own. I feel hopeful, because once we receive a diagnosis, then we will know the monster that is attempting to steal our precious little boy.
