I wrote a big long post this morning about my vertigo (which I still have). I was just waiting for a spare minute to finish it off and edit it.
Then this afternoon I got a call from my doctors office letting me know that Lincoln has another urinary tract infection. And suddenly my vertigo doesn't matter anymore. Except for making the next few days harder than they're already going to be.
Lincoln had a UTI a few weeks back and I was warned by my doctor that if he got another one he would need a "full workup" (a shitload of tests) and would likely need to stay at Childrens Hospital for a few days. So since then every time he made a peep I worried.
Then a couple nights ago he started screaming. I don't mean crying. I mean SCREAMING. After an hour I threw him in the van and drove to the hospital emergency. When I got there he was sleeping and I couldn't imagine taking a sleeping baby into emergency, trying to convince triage that he needed to be seen.
The next night was an exact repeat of the night before.
The next morning I took him to my doctor. We did a urine sample and the doctor told me that if he has an infection that it would be "strike two" and he will need to go to Children's Hospital.
Well... strike two.
I was told by the doctor's receptionist today that if he is screaming I should take him to emergency, if not he will be seen tomorrow morning by my doctor. After that we will likely be headed to Children's Hospital.
Stressed? Who me?
I can't help but think of Steve and how when he was a baby he had some problems with his testicles which ultimately resulted in some severe scarring which resulted in our male factor infertility. It's not the same issues but still. A mother thinks all kinds of things in a situation like this.