Oh, Isabelle

Have you ever had one of those days?  You know, the day where you want to push a restart button?  That was me, yesterday.  And the thing of it is, no one ever told me parenting would be this hard.  I understand that I would not have listened.  I probably would have laughed.  But, at least I would have been warned.
 
I doubt that I will ever forget yesterday, but I thought it would be a story I would want to tell Isabelle some day.  When I am telling her about what a stubborn, hard headed, strong willed child she was I think this story will serve as the perfect example.  I am sure that eventually all of those qualities will serve her well and will be used for a purpose other than making me crazy, so I am trying not to get too frustrated with them now.  Trying being the key word.

So J and I got home late Sunday night from Little Rock just in time to put the kids to bed.  Isabelle had complained about her butt hurting (we call everything a butt because..A. I don't know what else to call it and B. I am not telling her the actual names).  Turns out she hadn't gone to the bathroom AT ALL since that morning when she woke up.  Since you can't force a child to go pee (and believe me I gave it my best effort) she went to bed without having gone.  I figured she would wet the bed and it things would go back to normal.  NOPE.

The next morning she still refused to go.  So I loaded her up on milk and water and figured if I didn't mention it she would go.  NOPE.  So I called the doctor to find out how long a kid can go without urinating and turns out over 24 hours is a pretty big deal.  I scheduled an appointment and  tried to use that to get her to go.  She is not a superfan of the doctor so I thought she would go to avoid having to see the doctor.  Again, no.   Our day continued as it normally does but at naptime she was incredibly uncomfortable.  She could not walk or sit still without pain.  Her belly was sticking out and was hard as a rock.  Our appointment wasn't until 2 and it was only 12:30 pm.  So, I called the doctor back and we got ready to go in.  She recommended putting her in warm bath before we came in to see if that would make her go, but that didn't work either. 

We got to the doctor and just as I expected they would do, they put in a catheter.  I wish I could describe how horrible it was to hold her down while they put it in, but I can't.  It took multiple tries and she was not sedated at all so you can imagine how fun it was.   My sister offered to go with me (by this point J was out of town for work) and I should have taken her up on it.  During the whole horrible ordeal while she was crying she asked me to say a prayer.  She was crying, asking me to pray.  It was heartbreaking.  I was crying, she was crying, it was pretty bad.  After what seemed like forever, the catheter was in and holy toledo.  It was really no wonder why she was in so much pain.   After they were done draining her out we had to wait for cultures and do xrays.  We both wanted to go home.

The doctor is looking for a cause.  No UTI, nothing wrong with her bladder.  I know what the cause was/is...stubbornness.  She got it in her head she didn't want to go and she didn't.  The doc does not think she could be that stubborn.  I should have invited her to our house. 

Anyway, today she is fine.  In fact, she was fine after we got home yesterday.  Back to #1's and #2's like a pro.  I don't know what caused her to decide not to go, but hopefully we will be able to avoid it in the future!

Anyone else have any hard parenting moments lately?  UGH.