Our beloved son Gabriel Anthony was born on June 24 of this year.
While he was indescribably beautiful at birth, and in most ways very healthy, we did notice almost right away that something was unusual. He was hypotonic, a fancy word for floppy. He had very low muscle movement tone and very weak grip.
Mysteriously, he displayed none of the other symptoms that usually accompany such hypotonia. He "scored" well on all the scales, and nursed well. His bowels were more than functional.
As a precaution, the doctors kept us in the hospital for a couple extra days as they performed blood tests, urine tests, and even an MRI. Everything came back normal.
Aaron's mom recalled that he too was a "floppy baby", but grew out of it. We hoped that was all it was. The doctors sent away for some more obscure tests, but sent us home rather than wait in hospital.
For a couple weeks, all was fine. We snuggled, and nursed, and went outside to walk and to our lake beach. He was growing well, an ounce a day.
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