The trip to the Urgent Care. Again.

We just LOOOOVE going to the urgent care.
We tried to go to the regular pediatrician, but they had apparently gone for the day (at 2:30pm.)

Evie's fever had spiked to 104.5 last night, but we got it back down this morning and thought she was on the mend.

But around 1:30 this afternoon, after I put her down for a nap, she awoke 30 minutes later, screaming. I went up to find her soaked in her own sweat, boiling hot. I took her temperature to find her fever back up over 103 degrees.

I spent the next 20 minutes trying to get through to the Pediatrician's office, and once I determined they had already left, I called the "Child Express" at the Urgent Care, (an extension of the Children's hospital for Gig Harbor;) they advised me to bring her in.

We were sure it was simply another ear infection, but that was quickly dis-proven, and so began a long evening of tests.

The evening was long because of the many hours, but also long because of our daughter's transformation from an adorable, charming toddler to a howler monkey.

The moment the nurse came into the room, Evie arched her back and started screaming a piercing, make you want to rip out your own ear drums, scream. It was both sad and ridiculous. She then proceeded to try to kick, punch, tighten, spit etc., anything she could do to try to avoid the dreaded thermometer, and blood pressure wrap that went around her finger. I had to physically restrain her in a bear hug, while trying, (in a "sing-song" voice,) to assure her that in fact, she was okay, nothing painful was happening. Yet.

If her vocabulary was advanced enough, I am convinced she would have told both the nurse and myself to go screw ourselves. However, because she can only say a few words, she simply screamed "NOOOOO!!! GOOOOOO!!!" Over and over again.

Getting a urine sample was no easy task, and because she was born with a labial adhesion which has yet to go away, the catheter was a no-go. We ended up having to stick a little baggie to her, with the diaper over the top. And then we had to wait. And wait. And wait.

All the while, Miss Precious decided to bear down and clench, refusing to pee and for that matter, refusing all liquids that would help the process move along.

In the meantime they took blood, which required two nurses, myself and Bryan, (who had joined us by that time,) to hold her down. It was similar to the calf-roping event in the rodeo, what with all the thrashing and kicking.

Finally, around 7:30pm, they determined our poor little girl has a UTI, AKA a bladder infection. Again.

We're back home now and she's on yet another mega dose of antibiotics. We already have prescription anti-fungal cream to try to prevent another yeast infection and hopefully she'll be feeling better in the next 48 hours.

The end.

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