Doctor Drama

This picture has nothing to do with the headline but it's the only one I have.  This is from taking a post-Publix swim today.  Aubree is excited that she can retrieve the rings...albeit she's grabbing them as soon as Duncan drops them. 

This has been an interesting week as far as Calleigh is concerned.  Tuesday evening when we went to check on her before going to bed, we noticed that she was very warm.  While we were checking her out, she woke up so we took her temp and she had a slightly elevated one (can't remember the exact number).  She ended up sleeping in our room on her cot, peacefully the rest of the night.  The next day, same thing.  I gave her some Ibuprofen and she seemed fine during the day.  That evening, she reported that it hurt when she was using the potty.  At this point, I figured I should probably take her in since Duncan and I were both thinking that maybe she had a UTI.  Well, I don't know what I was thinking, but maybe it was that since she's seen me give a urine sample numerous times at my doctor appointments that it would be an easy process to get one from her.  We went in on Thursday morning to the doctor and she had a temp of 101.8 but no other symptoms.  They checked everything (I thought maybe an ear infection like before) and all was well.  That left the urine sample.  Over a time span of a good hour, I tried three times to get her to go in the little cup to no avail.  Very frustrating to say the least.  Finally, since it didn't seem like it was going to happen and it was now nearly 1:00 pm, I had to go with Plan B which was for them to use a catheter to get the sample.  Oh my word.  That is an experience I will never forget.  They had to have three people holding her down because she was thrashing all over the place, not understanding was what was happening to her.  It was just awful to witness.  I kept telling her that Mommy was going to have the same thing done next week when Brady comes but it offered no comfort to her.

To top it all off, she didn't even have a UTI.  The nurse practitioner explained that some kids just get fevers for no apparent reason.  We can actually relate to that because, although it's been probably several years, Calleigh did get some fevers, even as high as 105, but nothing else wrong.  I guess this was just one of those times again.  Today the fever was gone and she didn't have any discomfort on the potty either.  Obviously this makes me second guess myself about ever going to the doctor when she has a fever but I figured it was better to be safe than sorry if a UTI may possibly be involved.  Those things can cause big problems if left untreated.   At any rate, hopefully this is the end of the drama.  

The visit to the doctor was at least interesting as far as Aubree was concerned.  I had at least four people there ask me how old she was because they couldn't believe how well she talked.  The nurse practitioner that saw us was amazed at her and said her four year old couldn't even talk that well.  I say all this because I'm a little amazed myself at how far she's come.  Poor thing.  I was doubting her for a long time because she just didn't compare to her sister on the talking scale but somehow she caught up.  While we were in the waiting room, a UPS guy walked through carrying a couple of boxes and Aubree says "That man is strong."  And then she went on to talk about how strong Daddy was (he would have been so proud).  Then a minute later she noticed a little kid playing with an Etch-A-Sketch and asked "Is that an iPad?"  Everybody just starting laughing at that one!

Wednesday morning was my last doctor's appointment before the big day.  The official weight is up to 35 pounds so I did exceed my total from last time (but again, starting at a lower weight for what it's worth).  I had a friend, who works as a nurse in the NICU in Winter Park, that they've seen, on occasion, where an extra person (in addition to father) will be allowed into the operating room for the c-section.  I know I wrote in here when Aubree was born how disappointed I was that the OR's in Winter Park don't have windows.  They have a new OR's now but they don't have windows either.  So, at my appointment, I asked Dr. Breit, who will be one of the two doing the c-section, in what circumstances would he allow another person in if ever.  And he said, he doesn't care and neither does Dr. Moore but it's completely up to the nurses whether they'll let someone else in.  That was news to me.  I always thought it was the doctors who controlled those things. I guess I need to butter up the nurses when I get there on Wednesday.

This morning was our very last yard sale outing as we know it today.  From here on out, it will be very difficult.  I did find a bunch of boy's 4T stuff for $.25/piece that I'll see again someday after Camden uses them.  I was happy with that big find.  From there, I went to a place that had baby clothes.  We pull up and I see that they're boy baby clothes and I'm very pleased.  But as I walk over to the table to look, I smell this familiar smell.  Yup, the lady who is running the yard sale is smoking a cigarette.  I get to the table and she walks right up to talk to me with that cigarette in her hand and she makes absolutely no attempt to extinguish it or or anything.  I mean, I'm VERY obviously pregnant here.  I thought maybe she would put it out after a few seconds, but nope, I'm browsing and she's standing there talking to me with that cigarette like two feet away from me.  I was just appalled.  Someone came by and distracted her and I gathered up the girls and hightailed it out of there.  There was no way I was giving her any of my money no matter what kind of deal she was offering.  I SO wanted to say why I was leaving or make some comment but decided it was best to simply leave.  The whole thing just boggles my mind.

On the baby preparation front, the room ended up only needing one coat (he got paint that included a primer) and I'm happy to say, that green color is history.  Neither of us even liked it so I don't know why we didn't paint over it a lot sooner.  Laziness, I would say.  This afternoon the bedding came and we haven't had a chance to put it all up yet but I'm happy with the way it looked coming out of the box.

Last night I had a very restless night.  Even though Calleigh's fever was gone, she woke up a few times during the night (in her own bed) to say she wanted water and then another time for who knows what.  I couldn't go back to sleep after the first time and must have laid awake in bed for at least an hour and a half during which time I felt like I was having contractions.  Of course, that got me thinking to all the things I wanted to do before Wednesday and was my house clean enough if I did have to rush to the hospital and goodness, Ron and Elaine aren't even going to be back from their trip until Saturday afternoon which would complicate things as far as the girls go.  No wonder I couldn't sleep.  I have had some more contractions today but nothing, I think, of a serious nature.

In closing, one other Aubree comment that made me laugh.  We were in the van on our way from my doctor's appointment to the ABC (time to stock up during the summer sale they have going on right now).  Somehow the girls started talking about where Daddy was at the moment, of course, the answer being work.  Aubree said he was at church and Calleigh said, no, at work.  They went back and forth a few times with Aubree saying "church" and then Calleigh saying "work."  Finally, Calleigh said to Aubree, "He's not at church.  You're lying."  And Aubree retorted, "I'm not lying.  I'm sitting!"  Those darn words with the multiple meanings!

Have a Happy Sabbath.  I, for one, will be relaxing (still at church) as I don't have to teach tomorrow!