In true Mama Bear fashion, I marched my feverish Lilybug to the doctor this morning, determined to leave with more than "it's a virus." It may be a virus. But then she's getting a virus every 3-4 weeks, which I don't feel is reasonably normal.
I love my pediatrician. Most of the time. We go to a practice with several ped's but we see one particular doctor the most (he's the "headlining ped" there). He sounds like Ben Stein. He's a middle-aged Jewish man who talks to me about how he prepares ribs and chastises me when I don't bring Miss Rose in soon enough when her allergies turn into a sinus infection. Sometimes he's a little old fashioned in his thinking, but I can easily brush that off.
I wasn't sure today whether I'd love him or be annoyed with him. No one is perfect.
Turns out I love him.
While Lily showed no symptoms beyond a fever and a red throat, he listened carefully to my concerns about the reoccurring fevers and he spent a lot of time looking at her records. Since her latest illnesses didn't have any upper respiratory symptoms he wanted to investigate the possibility of a fever syndrome and refer her to Infectious Disease. He ordered bloodwork, which was of course at a different location. I debated getting it done today or waiting until tomorrow.
I decided to just get it done today. They told me the basic work-up results would be available later in the day, but the main test he wanted would take a few days.
So I was a little surprised to get a phone call this afternoon asking if I could bring Lily back in because the doctor was concerned she had a bacterial infection. When I asked exactly when to come--she said come now, and she'd notify the front office we were coming.
That makes a mama bit nervous. I was trying to figure out what infection she might have that required us returning and what it meant.
So I left work early, got Lily and went back to the doctor. They wanted a urine sample from her. She's potty-trained now, but miserable with fever and a little confused why mama is holding a cup in the toilet under her. She just cried during my first two attempts. If I couldn't get her to pee in the cup, they'd have to catheterize her--which is awful. It's been done before. I prayed out loud in the bathroom before attempt number three, and she PEED IN THE CUP! It's the little things, that are the biggest, you know.
The doctor walks in and says " well, her bloodwork came back grossly abnormal." REALLY? Did you need to use that phrase?! One of the tests should be at a 1, she was at 13! Her urine test showed a lot of infection. Enough that she needed two antibiotic shots in her legs. It was A LOT of medicine in that syringe going into her legs. Which are very sore tonight.
We go in on Wednesday for a follow-up. I got the feeling the doctor wants to make sure the UTI is all that is going on since her bloodwork was so off. He said she should be much better in the morning due to the antibiotic shots today.
I am blessed to have a otherwise healthy child though. It gave me a new perspective on parents with children with terrible diseases and chronic illness.
I am blessed we have great insurance from Bean's job. I am blessed I could leave my job early to get my baby cared for.
But please Dr. Sounds Like Ben Stein, let's not use the phrase "grossly abnormal" again. Cause this mama is still anxious about the next few days!