Yesterday I had the distinct pleasure of taking Riley for her 5th trip to Cardinal Glennon, although this one didn't require any time in the E.R. She had a UTI a few weeks back, and her pediatrician was worried that either the UTI caused a kidney problem or was caused by an underlying kidney problem. So, we had to get some tests run at the hospital.
First, she had to have an ultrasound. Doesn't sound like it would be so bad, right? I've had tons of them and no problem. Well....let's just say that Riley was much more cooperative when it was me getting the ultrasound done. She did not appreciate the experience, and she lodged (loudly) a formal complaint. It took me and one ultrasound tech to hold her down while the other tech actually took the pictures. Then, we got to go back out into the waiting room.
Let me back up a bit now. Riley was the self-appointed Cardinal Glennon welcoming committee yesterday. That child said hi to every single person that she saw. (It was pretty cute, if I do say so myself.) She had made friends with this other set of parents in the waiting room before her ultrasound. When we came back, she was less than friendly. She sat on my lap, her head glued to my chest while recovering from her scream-fest. When the other dad asked what she'd had done, I told him. Then I told him what we were waiting on--the catheter (cue sinister music).
After she had regained her composure, we were called back to the X-ray room. This time it took 2 of us to hold her down, 1 to get her to urinate and 1 to take the pictures. Actually, once the catheter was in, I was able to distract/calm her by singing The Itsy Bitsy Spider (it's one of her favorites). But again, an overall "2 thumbs down" on the catheter/X-ray experience.
After she was finished being poked and prodded at the hospital, I took her to the mall and Kohl's for some retail therapy and lunch. It worked. Then home for a nap, or in her case, to the van for a nap.
The doctor's office called with the results this morning. She's fine. I knew she would be. But since I have no medical degree, we did what the pediatrician told us to do. Thus ends the latest installment in the Zustiaks' Adventures at Cardinal Glennon.
Now that this is over, we may take a stab at potty training. Stay tuned!
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I'm so sorry you had to do all of that today, but so grateful Riley is just fine. Isn't it funny how sometimes you just know they're fine but you know you have to do whatever rotten thing it is the doctor wants you to do? You don't resent it, but it somehow makes the thing easier and harder. For example..right after Eva was born they were worried about her blood sugar and needed her to eat, but she had just worn herself out nursing, so they ran a tube up her nose to give her some formula. They asked me if it was okay to do this within an hour or so of becoming a mother. But, while I felt they should be asking someone more qualified, I said yes, just to make sure she was fine. When Eli was about 9 months old, the pediatrician was concerned about an extra crease in his chubby thigh (I thought, I'm concerned about a lot of creases I have, lady!) because it could mean one leg was longer than the other and we needed an x-ray. Holding him down for that and covering his naked pee-pee with a lead plate was super-fun to say the least, but I didn't mind because I knew we needed to do it to prove he was okay.
So, again, isn't it great to be right? :)
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