Olivia was just recently diagnosed with a UTI. I first learned about her symptoms on a Wednesday. She complained that her pee pee hurt. Pee pee is code for Olivia's privates, well, you can probably figure out why that's what we call it. I figured she was just a normal three year old with bad bathroom hygiene, she's just learning how to take care of business by herself. No matter how diligent Grant and I try to be she still sneaks off to go to the bathroom at least three times a day completely by herself and she probably doesn't do more then just throw clean toilet paper into the toilet without it ever actually touching her bottom. This is a common complaint at our house and when I hear it I just throw her in the bath and let her get cleaned up a little. It almost always does the trick. This particular Wednesday though it didn't. So that night I put some rash cream on her bottom and hoped that our problems would be all better by morning. Guess what, they were! For almost the whole day Thursday there was no complaint and I marked this down in my mom's victory log.
You have to keep a victory log because with the number of parenting fails I experience on a day to day basis I need a little reminder that I am totally awesome sometimes!
By the end of the night on Thursday though she was complaining again, so we did the normal routine and went to bed. On Friday morning she waited a really long time to go to the bathroom. Now for me that's the first thing I do in the morning. I can't hold it after sleeping the whole 5 hours I've dedicated to sleep. She waited though, we had breakfast, we took Alaina to school an hour and half after we got up that morning. We even had our morning snack. So finally I decided to tell her we had to go into the bathroom and go potty. It wasn't a choice any more and I did not want to clean urine off of the carpets again. That's right I said again, it's a regular occurrence while potty training and little boys are programed to urinate the minute the diaper is removed. So I went into the bathroom with her and this is what happened. . .
She's jumped off of the toilet mid pee because it hurt to bad to stay seated while she went potty. She peed all over the toilet seat, all down her leg and all over the floor in my CARPETED bathroom. It was really quit heartbreaking. So I call the doctors office and make an appointment because at this point I know there is something wrong and requires an actual doctors opinion, not just my own. So we get there and we waited for almost two hours while we all tried to convince Olivia to go to the bathroom again so they could get a urine sample. Keep in mind she has only gone once today and it's 2 o'clock in the afternoon. We fed her eight cups of water and finally she was no longer able to hold it she HAD to go. During those two hours at the doctors office though I fished out three cups, intended for catching her urine, out of the public toilet at the pediatricians office!!! It was almost as bad as letting her play on the floor in the waiting room. That's another story all on it's own though. So we get this sample from her and the immediate results come back negative. So we have to wait until the lab results come back in to determine where to go from here. I get the standard doctor reply, "Give her some Tylenol and warm baths and we'll call you as soon as we hear back from the lab". Now don't forget it is now 4 o'clock on a Friday afternoon. This means that I get to spend an entire weekend cleaning up urine from the sides of the toilet and the floor in my CARPETED bathroom, awesome!!! So we go home and after eight cups of water little Olivia needs to go to the bathroom again, but I can't get her to go on the toilet. So I come up with this brilliant idea to let her go pee in the shower. It's fool proof, she can squirm around all she wants while she goes, the water should be soothing and all I have to do is throw a little Comet in there when she's done to make sure I don't stand in her pee next time I get a chance to take a shower, GENIUS!!!
So for the next two days this is where my little angle goes potty. It worked out great and she was really really clean. I should have known things were going to well. None of my plans, not one of them, ever work out like I think they will. I left her in there, alone, for about five minutes on Sunday morning. That is all, five minutes. No big deal I went to make the baby a bottle. When I came back this is what I found. . .
That's right she pooped in the shower. It should have dawned on me that because she has only going to the bathroom in the shower that she has not pooped for four days, and now she has gone in the shower and is trying to stomp it down the drain before I could come back and find out what she has done. Like I wasn't going to notice the poop prints on the shower floor and the poop on the bottom of both feet and the poop that is now stuck in the little tiny holes of the thing I once called a shower drain. She has completely defiled my shower and the only thing I could think to say, was "We don't poop in the shower"! I never thought in my entire life I would have to tell this to someone. As far as I'm concerned it was common sense, but then again when your parents have given you permission to pee on or in anything besides the toilet it only makes sense that's what you would do.
You'll be glad to hear though that sense then we have gotten medicine for her and she is on her way to a full recovery! She is also now using the toilet again in the way it was intended to be used by a three year old. I can't wait to share this precious little gem of a story with her kids when she has them someday!!!
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