Yesterday morning I woke with every intention of taking the day easy. I had planned on changing out of my pajamas on two occasions: to drop off and to pick up Robby from school. I was feeling toxic and sore and was looking forward to a much needed day of rest and relaxation.
course, none of my plans materialized. I felt like the universe was
saying, "We interrupt your R&R with a sick child." The only thing
worse than your child being ill is having to care for them when you are
sick as well!
Thankfully Robby wasn't running a fever or
complaining of a sore throat which are his common ailments. This time
his body decided to switch things up a bit and threw him a curve ball in
the form of a urinary infection. I heard him yelp with pain when he was
using the bathroom and seeing blood in his urine confirmed my instincts
to take him to the pediatrician.
Apparently, providing a urine
sample when you are a young boy is a wonderful experience. Granting
permission to pee in a cup propelled his pediatrician to superhero
status. Despite promises that he had "great aim" and against my better
judgment, I let him go into the bathroom by himself. It turns out that
his aim isn't nearly as precise as he promised, when he presented the
sample I noticed that the bathroom looked like a garden hose went wild
and soaked everything in its path. I spent the time waiting for the
preliminary results by wiping down the toilet, the floor and somehow the
side of the trashcan against the opposite wall.
I was expecting
a prescription for antibiotics and to be sent on our way. In addition
to the antibiotic script we were given an order for blood work. My heart
jumped when I the pediatrician called me into her office and told me
that Robby had high levels of sugar in his urine. As a precaution she
wanted to get blood work done so that we could definitively rule out
While I appreciate the vigilance, the fact that
diabetes was introduced as something that needed to be ruled out
terrifies me. I called Scott as I was driving to the blood lab. At that
point, Robby was the calmest member of the family as I spent the drive
trying to talk Scott out of panic mode into a more tempered response.
Needless to say, I wasn't successful!
Robby was so brave getting
his blood drawn. I expected him to squirm, cry and scream. I was fully
prepared to hold him down Hulk Hogan style so that the blood could be
taken. Instead, he simply held out his little arm and looked at me. He
calmly talked about the house he built and asked me if I could buy him a
new Lincoln Log set so that he could make his village bigger.
Considering that he had a needle in his arm and I was prepared to
restrain him, buying him a building set felt like a fair request.
leaving the hospital we went to get his prescription filled and to pick
up the Lincoln Logs I promised. He also talked me into a Lego Angry
Bird set, a Halloween costume for both him and Charlie Cat, and two
glittered pumpkins. Robby showed anybody who looked in his direction the
bandage on his arm which, in his mind, has been transformed into a
badge of courage. We even had to stop by his school on the way home so
that he could show his classmates the bandage and explain that they took
out some of his blood. They were all duly impressed!
that we receive the results of Robby's blood work today. I'm not
optimistic that I'll receive the results of my tests, but it would be
wonderful if I could cross Robby off my worry list for the weekend. I'm
confident that everything will be fine, but this Mom's heart will feel
better when I hear it out of the mouth of a professional. I'll post any
information when it is received, so check back and wish us luck!