Fast forward to 2am. She wakes up crying (which she never does) and is super hot to the touch. I take her to the nursery to check her temperature and it's 102.8! I give another dose of Tylenol and head back to bed. Now that the fever is so high, I know something is seriously wrong and decide to call her doctor first thing in the morning. Kaylin wakes back up at 8am and her temp is 102.3. I call the doctor, they say to bring her in.
I should say here that there's nothing worse than having a sick child EXCEPT standing helplessly by as doctors and nurses poke and prod that child to determine how to effectively treat her. We go in, she gets weighed (she's up to 12 lbs, 15.5 oz!), gets her temp taken (which is down to 98.1) and wait for the doctor. We get Dr. Bob who is about 70 years old, but the sweetest old man ever. He's the one who came to the hospital on his day off to give Kaylin her first check-up. Anyway, this is where the torture begins. He checks her ears, nose and throat. She didn't really care for that, but stopped crying as soon as I picked her back up. Then Dr. Bob decided we needed a urine sample because he suspected a urinary tract infection. They put a bag on her that looks like this:
It's held in place by some seriously sticky adhesive.
We wait for a while for Kaylin to give us a sample, but no luck. They decide to speed up the process and do a catheter. Let me repeat - THEY GIVE MY BABY A CATHETER. I'm trying to comfort Kaylin as she lays on the table, telling her, "You're not going to like this, but it should be over soon" when the nurse tells me, "It's really not that bad. They just don't like the position they have to be in." Oh, really?! I don't know about you, lady, but I've had a catheter before and I assure you, it wasn't the position that bothered me - it was the plastic pipe that was shoved up my lady bits. Anyway, back to the story. Kaylin is screaming her head off and I'm doing my best to comfort her. I can't even look at what they're doing because I know I'll start crying too. They finally finish the procedure, but her bladder was empty. UGH! They put another bag on. I nurse for a few minutes and Kaylin falls asleep. The nurse comes back in to take a blood sample. Oh great. She's sound asleep and has her toe pricked. She screams, of course, but settles down fairly quickly. It's time to go home now. We are instructed to return with a sample. We stop by the check-out desk to reschedule Kaylin's well baby visit. While I'm talking, Kaylin starts fussing. I bend down - with my diaper bag on my shoulder - to give her her paci and my cell phone falls out and hits Kaylin on the forehead. I feel like a complete jackass. My baby has just had a catheter and blood drawn and then I smack her on the head with my phone. Awesome.
We get home, Kaylin poops all over the bag. I take that one off and put on another. About an hour later, we have pee in the bag. Yay! However, she's also pooped all over it again. There's no way I'm going to attempt to remove the bag and pour the contents into the sterile container. I'm sure I would contaminate it and then we'd have to start the process all over again. We head back to the doctor's office and have the nurse do it. They test the urine and find both red blood cells and protein. Baby's first UTI. We're doing amoxicillin for 10 days and Tylenol for the fever. We have to go back in 2 weeks with another urine sample (Doh!) to make sure she's back to normal.She's been sleeping a lot and is pretty fussy and clingy. She still had a temperature this morning, so we stayed home from work again. Hopefully the antibiotics will start working soon and my sweet girl will start feeling better.
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