5:30 am — Little Boy, via a few shark jabs, pokes, and a few long head rolls, informed me that I had waited ENTIRELY too long for another bathroom break. ‘Cause, you know, it’s all about HIS comfort . . . never mind the fact that Mama would prefer sleep to a bathroom visit!
Of course, if he hadn’t woken me up, I would have soon been wide awake thanks to his sister.
Over the past two years, we’ve been dealing with UTI’s and Bladder Infections thanks to a congenital condition known as Bladder Reflux. Daily antibiotics keep most infections at bay but not all. In addition, she has annual testing to monitor the reflux. This required testing is the more traumatic (for all of us) part of this condition — ultrasounds, catheters, and x-rays are all a part of testing day.
The last round of testing, about a month ago, was the worst yet. Not only did it show that her reflux was worse than previously thought, but this time she was old enough to be more aware of what was going on . . . .but not old enough to understand why her Daddy (the only one who could go in with her) wasn’t making this scary and painful experience stop.
It. Was. Awful.
But, if all goes well, today’s surgery will eliminate the need for yearly testing and daily antibiotics.
I’m excited about that part, but I’m incredibly worried about the fact my little, tiny girl will be in surgery . . . for two hours. And, she’ll be in the hospital anywhere from two to five days.
I know this isn’t a life-threatening procedure. I know that we are at the best children’s hospital in the area, and that we have the best doctor and surgeon for this type of pediatric procedure.
And, I know that God already has her in his protective hands.
But, I’m still worried. 🙁
Please keep my Little Lady in your thoughts and prayers today. Her surgery is at 1:30 pm (central time). And, if you don’t mind, keep her father and me in your prayers as well. She doesn’t know what’s going on, but we do . . . and we can’t help but worry.
