Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Noah at the Doctor

I took Noah to the doctor on Monday so that we could talk about possible explanations for his potty issues. I was explaining to him why we were going and that the doctor was going to need to look at him and that it was okay because I was going to be there too. Noah really didn't want to go and he assured me multiple times that we didn't have to go because he for sure wasn't going to pee in his pants anymore. Yadda, yadda, yadda . . I've heard that promise before so off we went to the doctor's office.


Here's the funny part. When we got there the nurse said that she was going to need a urine sample and she gave me a cup. Remembering the trauma of trying to get Adam to pee in a cup a few years ago, I cringed but then told Noah "Yeaaaaaa! You get to pee in a cup."

His initial reaction was to mirror my enthusiasm but almost immediately he stopped and said "And then I have to drink it??" Heh, heh, heh . . . judging by the look on his face, I almost told him "Yes, then you have to drink it" because I'm pretty sure THAT would get him to stop peeing his pants. Better judgement prevailed though, so instead I told him that he didn't have to drink it and he, obviously relieved, said "Yeah because that would be really gwoss!"

A few facts related to this issue (in no particular order):

*Noah has gone through 15 pair of underwear in four days.

*The doctor said that his urine sample looks great. In fact, it is exactly what healthy urine should look like. (Yeah for Noah, he has nice urine. For some reason that didn't make me feel better.)

*This morning he asked me why he has to sleep in a diaper and he assured me once again that he's never going to pee in his pants again so now he doesn't have to sleep in a diaper. Hmmmm . . . I wonder if I should bite on that promise. Not.

*A friend of mine told me the other day that her son pee'd his pants on a regular basis until he was in the 4th grade. Whu??? Noooooooooooooooo! That's like telling a pregnant woman about your miscarriage or telling a cancer patient about somebody you know who died from the same disease. Okay, maybe not quite as bad as those things, but still painful for me to hear.

*We have a referral to go see a pediatric urologist at Primary Children's but I'm not real optimistic that they are going to find anything wrong. How sad is that? I'm actually hoping that they will find something wrong with my child because then they can fix it and we can move on. My fear though is that Noah still just doesn't care and we might be doing this until the 4th grade. Ugh.

*Noah is 40 inches tall (21st percentile) and weighs 34 pounds (23rd percentile).

*The pediatrician told me that Noah is remarkably muscular for a four-year-old. It's those good Haitian genes. Yesterday at gymnastics he actually was showing off doing one armed push-ups.

4 comments:

Nathan said...

Good luck with this. It made me laugh when you talked about his healthy urine.

Yea! He has healthy urine, but I'm sure you don't want it all over 15 pairs of underwear.

The toilet would be just fine.

Oh, and I'll have to get you a parenting medal for not telling him he had to drink it.

Carrie said...

My niece was the same way. They had everything under the sun checked and finally the Pediatrician recommended doing the "pee pee fairy." They let her write a letter to the fairy and then after she had gone x amount of days w/o an accident, the toy came in the mail.

Swim Mom said...

I hear you. Our pediatrician actually diagnosed Riley with an unstable bladder. Simply put, her body doesn't tell her brain she needs to go to the bathroom until it is basically too late. She will drop to the floor in her potty ball (her term) until she can hold it enough to dash to the bathroom. He said most kids outgrow it between 8-10 years old, and we had two pair of wet underwear at our house today.

PS. I left you a message on facebook.

Amanda said...

Well, I guess the good news is he hasn't dropped his pants and pooped in front a family at the park. My grandpa nearly laughed himself sick, my mother did not.