Several of you expressed concern over my daughter’s someday being embarrassed by my choice of blogging topics. While I appreciate your concern, I’m sure someday they’ll understand. Between Monday’s post and my previous post about reflux I said a lot, but there was also a lot I didn’t say.
- I didn’t say that the first time Alivia got sick with a UTI, we had to take her to the ER on Christmas night. She had 104 degree fever, and they sent us home, calling it a “virus.”
- I didn’t say that after several days of her fever and “virus,” the person who finally figured out it was a UTI was me.
- I didn’t say that I had to call her doctor’s office and beg to bring in a urine specimen, and then call on New Year’s Eve to beg for the results.
- I didn’t say that when her primary physician finally called me after the holidays, she was freaking out a little bit because she realized what a grave error they had made. (In hindsight, she realized the high fever indicated the UTI had gone to her kidneys and was left untreated for nearly a week!)
- I didn’t say that after that “error” I made the difficult decision to switch pediatricians, even though we were leaving a doctor that I knew personally and absolutely adored.
- I didn’t say that I cried with my daughter 2 times while I held her down kicking and screaming, while she had her VCUG’s done.
- I didn’t say that the memory of those tests will never be erased from my mind or hers. And that letting them do the first one without anesthesia was one of the biggest mistakes I have ever made as a Mom.
- I didn’t say that no matter how many times she has had an accident at school, she has never cried or been upset. However, I have cried every time.
I don’t think my previous post was in any way making fun of my daughter’s, but more making fun of the situation. One thing I have learned as a mother is that sometimes all you can do is laugh, because the alternative is crying.
Now, if after all that I’ve said, my daughter’s are still embarrassed, I always have this to fall back on.