More than three years ago, we took John Paul to the urologist because we were concerned. You can read all about it HERE. That was a lifetime and a few kids ago! We first saw Dr. Cortez when little guy was eight months old. John Paul had a minor surgery and all went beautifully. Fast forward to 2008 and the frequency in which he was peeing was not normal. But, after that doctor visit, they assured us everything was ok. I was not convinced.
We waited, then had a crazy couple of years with Luke and the peeing got put on the back burner. That is, until this week.
For the past I-don’t-even-know-how-many-months the stress has gotten even greater as we obsessed about John Paul and his time in the bathroom. He was having serious accidents six out of seven nights a week and 3-4 accidents at school every week. We were making him go to the bathroom before every outing, only to stop on the side of the road or at a gas station 15 minutes later so he could go again. Repeat 8,000 times. I was washing bed sheets and school uniforms like it was going out of style. It was exhausting and frustrating and really stressful for all of us, especially John Paul.
I’d finally reached the breaking point, so I called the pediatric urologist. I knew that I would likely be waiting another 2-3 months before we could get an appointment. Pediatric specialties are something I have a PhD in these days. I called on Monday morning and left a voicemail. An hour later the scheduler called me back and said, “Well, our first appointment with the NP isn’t until the end of December, but more likely the beginning of January.” (told ya we’d be waiting) Then, I heard her say, “Hold on a second…we just got a cancellation for tomorrow at 3:15. Can you be here then?” Um, YES. I would’ve camped out all night at their office if that’s what it had taken to score that appointment.
We answered a ton of questions, relayed our concerns, gave a pee sample, did an ultrasound on his kidneys and bladder and then waited for the verdict. I found myself more than a little anxious. Luke has had the same ultrasound on his kidneys and bladder. I started worrying that maybe something was brewing with John Paul, too. Just before I started to hyperventilate, the nurse practioner arrived and we talked options.
Good News: John Paul’s kidneys and bladder are beautifully normal. They are average size and doing all the things they should be doing. There is no collection of fluid and no abnormalities. Praise the Lord!
Bad News: He was officially diagnosed with overactive bladder and our most effective option was medication. I wasn’t hopping up and down with excitement, but I also knew that we needed to try something. John Paul’s self-esteem was taking a beating.
We’re on day two of the meds. I must say, I’m impressed. He’s not going to the bathroom nearly as often and he seems much happier and relaxed. It was a strain on the whole family and I am so hopeful this might be the reprieve we all need!