Well, we almost made it to three years old without a single sick child appointment! But that ended today! Aliya started complaining on Friday of burning when she went to the bathroom and it continued through late Saturday night. We stocked up on the cranberry juice and I prayed and prayed she would feel better. By Sunday she said she felt better, but I still called the doctor this morning. They told me to go ahead and bring her in for a urine test, just to make sure. I am so thankful I took her in, our little ladybug has her first UTI. She was a ROCK STAR at the doctor's office today! Not one issue, not one complaint, not one defiant moment, I was so proud to be her mama! As the doctor was explaining what a UTI is (now, mind you I've had kidney issues since I was Aliya's age, so I am well versed in what a UTI is, but I just smiled and nodded, it wasn't my turn to show the doctors my knowledge) and how the medication will work and that we've been referred to a pediatric urologist at Children's hospital. (Just in case, but she's confident all will turn out okay)
So, two things came out of this situation today. One, for the FIRST time Aliya didn't freak out for me at the doctor. And two, I completely forgot for about an hour that I didn't give birth to her. I was praying so hard while we waited in the examining room that I did not pass down my bad kidney issues to my daughter. I even teared up at one point because I didn't want her to have to experience all the pain and issues I've had over the years with my kidneys. Then as I opened my eyes and looked into her's I had never been more grateful that I did not give birth to her! I hope that does not sound weird, but if she has to experience even a glimpse of what I went through as a child/young adult with my kidneys it will just kill me.
We started her 14 day antibiotic treatments this afternoon and will see the Urologist at Children's Hospital January 20th. (yeah, that's the soonest they could get us in)
While we were waiting for her prescription to be filled she asked to go to Taco Bell for a snack. I was starving so it worked out for both of use. Before we ate I asked Aliya if she would say the prayer. It went a little something like this, "Now I lay me down to sleep, thank you for food, for daddy, thank you for Joel and mommy, thank you for daddy, for Joel for food and mommy, God bless all my friends and family, Thank you Jesus for this wonderful day, Amen". Again, I teared up. She looked at me with a funny look on her face and said, "cry mommy cry"! There is just something about this little girl that moves me in ways I never knew possible!