Oh, Penny. How it pains me to see her struggle through another UTI. This time, it took me by surprise. I was going with the 95 percentage rate of recovery from the STING operation she had in December. I hate the ER full of sick kids. The anticipation of the unknown diagnosis. My happy sweet girl about to be sad and confused.
After we were assigned a room, there was only one thing to do. Collect urine via catheter. Really, the only way after her history. It took the nurse two times to find her bladder and then I was told, "Mom, just for the future, her bladder is to the left." Right. Got it.
I was hoping the fever was from teething. Although, she doesn't have any teeth yet. But, it sounded good. I was wrong. White blood cells. And the dreaded news, time for an IV. It was brutal. BRUTAL. The nurses couldn't find a good vein. They tried and tried and tried.
Then I was asked to "go on a walk". Whatever. Nothing had changed while I was at the cafeteria guzzling my diet coke.
After five attempts, there was nothing else to do but change to a medication that could be given in the muscle.
And, I was sweating like I had just finished a marathon. But there is something so wonderful, even after an event like this, of being the one your child wants to be close to when it is all over.
I swept away her tears, kissed her a million times, and we both survived it. I love you Penny Love Bug.
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