After weeks of hearing about Layla's bagina hurting, I finally took her to the pediatrician. Yep, UTI. I feel horrible about letting it go this long, but she would complain for a few minutes and then we wouldn't hear about it again for days.
I was a little nervous about the trip to the doctor and how she would react because of the burn incident. I should have known that she'd be fine. She couldn't WAIT to show off her burn. She was a little less excited to learn that her visit was going to include a look at her vagina. And of course they needed a clean urine sample. Caught in an itty bitty cup that grown women still have a hard time hitting. But she did it. The actual exam was a little worse. She screamed NO and STOP over and over while I sat trying to open her up a little to show the doctor. It was horrible.
Anyway, while there we were ready a book that had a bunch of cars in it. When she pointed to one and asked if that was the Penske car, you could have pushed me over with a feather. You're a NASCAR fan? When did that happen? HOW did that happen?
STOP SMILING, DAD!
I guess it's one of the perks of going to a small daycare that is filled with mostly boys.
The trip was complete when she chose a backhoe sticker.
Good lord.
Hopeful Sun
6 years ago
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