Not Music To My Ears

{Jocelyn today - not feeling well}

Friday I took Jocelyn to go see the doctor because she was complaining of it hurting when she had to pee. Because she's not potty trained yet and can't give a normal pee sample, they decided to do a catheter on her to get it instead. Hearing that tore me to pieces. I hate seeing her in distress and pain. The first try didn't go too well so they had to try another time. Unfortunately, they weren't able to get much from it to run a test so they told me to take her over to the E.R. Great! More words that break my heart! I don't know anyone that particularly LIKES going to the doctors or to the E.R. so I know I can speak for many on this. I rushed to pick up Aubrey from school and then meet John at home. We discussed who was going to take who (Jocelyn to the E.R. & Aubrey to soccer practice). As much as I didn't want to go through it again that day, I knew that I had to take her in and be with her. It was a hard decision to make as I knew this choice would lead me to not having Andrew with me as well. (I refuse to take my babies into the E.R. atmosphere unless they need to be there!) The E.R.'s motto seems to stem from the military's motto: hurry up and wait! (It really isn't their motto; I just like to say it is!) We did a lot of that. Waiting! Fill out paper work, go back and sit and wait for name to be called, go to triage, go back and sit and wait for name to be called again, go to a room, after test - go back and sit and wait for name to be called AGAIN, and then go to a room AGAIN. It got old real fast and 5 hours later they gave us the results: negative for a UTI. I was confused why that was but was thankful at least. The doctor said they were going to let the culture grow over the next few days in case there was something they didn't catch while we were there. And low and behold, he called us yesterday to report that the results changed. That she did indeed have an infection and called in an antibiotic. And it's a good thing too because she spiked a fever in the night and wasn't feeling well at all. It's so hard to see your children sick and in pain. I can still vividly remember her screaming in the E.R. and in the room they put us in. At one point, I had done everything I could do to calm her and at another attempt of distraction, I asked her what her Ritz cracker looked like. "A moon? A sun?" I had asked her. "No mama, it looks like a cracker!" Wow. She sure does point out the obvious doesn't she? :) Today is day one on antibiotics. Let's hope we get this infection to go away soon so I can get my little girl's cute personality back! :/