This morning I took my 7 year old to the hospital for an ultrasound. He is precious, by the way, and my favorite boy in the world, so you know. I haven't posted about this problem we're having with him yet, because I'm trying to make it "not a big deal." But now I think I shall, cuz I have nothing better to talk about. So there.
I took him to the doctor about a month ago because he is seven and still (STILL!) wets his pants. Daily. Like every day. Not at night, but in the day time. I'm saying every pair of his whitie-tighties I put into the washer is yellow-y pee stained from all the day peeing. He is potty trained, has been since age 3, but still has "accidents." These aren't huge accidents; in fact, you wouldn't even know he's peed himself unless you were doing his laundry. It's only his underwear. So there's leakage, we've figured out. (As mrs. said doctor pointed out, he's not actually wetting his pants; if he were, he'd have a puddle under him.)
The last time I took him to the doctor for this was when he was 5 and he (bastardly ex-doctor- see previous post) said it was a case of "laziness." He said that my sweet baby boy was peeing himself because he didn't want to get up from whatever he was doing. SO, 2 years of talking, pleading, encouraging, and punishing (YES, PUNISHING) ensued. It's still happening. He's still wet. Every day. (Have I told you how much I hate that fucking doctor?)
(Here, we take a moment to shed a tear for the monumental guilt I carry as a mother for punishing my son when he obviously can't help the fact that he wets himself.)
That brings us to today. Our wonderful, new, female GP referred us to a Pediatric Urologist. I have to drive 3 hours to get to a pediatric urologist's office. I mean, really, WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND wakes up one morning and says "I want to be a pediatric urologist when I grow up"?? Who? Apparantly Dr. John Gatti did. (I want to call him Dr. Gotti when I get there. I really do.) Where was I? Oh yeah, so, Dr. Gatti wants him to have a u/s of his kidneys and bladder before his appointment that is 3 hours away from home. That's what we did this morning. The tech, focusing on the first kidney, asked DJ if he'd ever had any surgeries. He said no, and the tech just said "Hmmm." She didn't elaborate. That bitch. (I'm sure she's a very nice person, but, for the purpose of this story, she's a bitch.)
Later this month we will be headed to Children's Mercy in Overland Park (HI PATTY!) to see if there are any physical abnormalities inside my son's wee abdominal area. Thank god we have better insurance now.
My ultrasound: Friday.