from the Latin, idios, meaning "fuck if we know"
Those of you out there with a challenging medical history are probably familiar with the term. In some cases, it can be downright brutal; as in, "We don't know why, this is happening, but we know it's bad nonetheless."
But in other cases, it can be great news; as in, "We don't know what's causing it, but it's not a disease."
Thankfully, Caroline's pediatric orthopedist pronounced her tip-toe walking idiopathic in the latter sense. He took x-rays and saw not evidence of contractures or any other pathology. It was music to my ears. Or chocolate to my mouth. (I've always thought that would be a more apt metaphor for me.) He cautioned that he couldn't claim she wouldn't need a bit of therapy or corrective measures in the future, but for now, he's not concerned. He asked that we bring her back if she's not walking independently by 18 months or if she's still on her toes at two years.
I'm very relieved, but there are still big questions lingering about our overall family diagnosis. That's for another post. In the meantime, check out my idiopathic daughter's infinite cuteness: