'Survey SAYS: . . .'
Surgery!
Not immediately, yeesh.
Caoimhe is, to all appearances, a happy, thriving, healthy baby, and of course is the most beautiful 11 month old in the world today. While something is decidedly rotten in the state of Denmark, that something is thankfully NOT her kidneys.
It's her ureters. The blockage is in the ureters, the small tubes that lead from the kidneys to the urinary tract (or something like that...google it yourself. I don't have my MD yet.) The tubes have been enlarged all along, but we'd assumed that was because a blockage in the kidneys was causing some back-up. Au contraire, ma belle cherie. The blockage in the ureters is causing backflow into the kidneys, forcing them to become distended.
She's been on antibiotics her whole life, so what would be poison otherwise hasn't adversely affected her. However, the good doctor has finally dropped the "S" word -- surgery will take place when Caoimhe's 2, possibly later. Right now, we're maintaining our hold pattern.
We'll be getting regular ultrasounds in Cincinnati. The equipment locally, while good, is at least 10 years old and calibrated for use on adults. The difference in picture quality is the equivalent of 1960 technology vs. today -- we've come a long way in 10 years. So we're going to resume the 6-hour round trip at least quarterly, if not more frequently.
Just prior to our trip this past week, family kindly visited and shared some vile flu bug from Mars with us. Caring is sharing, after all. Jesse, thankfully, hasn't been affected by it, but I'm knocking on my head even as I type this sentence. (Knock on wood.) The girls and I are all a bit off; fevers all around, and rivers, floods, oceans are being built by my little girls single-nosedly. We're a bit stir crazy, as this region finally decided to usher in summer, it being August after all. So mild-to-medium fevers combined with 93+ days and high humidity levels outside equals --? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? It equals staying in central air on the ground floor of our house all morning and afternoon with two small children. You're crazy if your answer was anything else. And I know crazy--look at the size of my family. I know my house is spacious, but nothing truly compares with the outdoors.
I'll try to finish this later. My chirping little girl went from happily reciting 'Little Einsteins' "Birthday Balloons" episode from memory (yes, she's committed whole episodes to memory, and yes, she's definitely my child,) to total silence. I'm not certain what I'll find when I leave this office, but I can confidently state that it'll be messy.
Not immediately, yeesh.
Caoimhe is, to all appearances, a happy, thriving, healthy baby, and of course is the most beautiful 11 month old in the world today. While something is decidedly rotten in the state of Denmark, that something is thankfully NOT her kidneys.
It's her ureters. The blockage is in the ureters, the small tubes that lead from the kidneys to the urinary tract (or something like that...google it yourself. I don't have my MD yet.) The tubes have been enlarged all along, but we'd assumed that was because a blockage in the kidneys was causing some back-up. Au contraire, ma belle cherie. The blockage in the ureters is causing backflow into the kidneys, forcing them to become distended.
She's been on antibiotics her whole life, so what would be poison otherwise hasn't adversely affected her. However, the good doctor has finally dropped the "S" word -- surgery will take place when Caoimhe's 2, possibly later. Right now, we're maintaining our hold pattern.
We'll be getting regular ultrasounds in Cincinnati. The equipment locally, while good, is at least 10 years old and calibrated for use on adults. The difference in picture quality is the equivalent of 1960 technology vs. today -- we've come a long way in 10 years. So we're going to resume the 6-hour round trip at least quarterly, if not more frequently.
Just prior to our trip this past week, family kindly visited and shared some vile flu bug from Mars with us. Caring is sharing, after all. Jesse, thankfully, hasn't been affected by it, but I'm knocking on my head even as I type this sentence. (Knock on wood.) The girls and I are all a bit off; fevers all around, and rivers, floods, oceans are being built by my little girls single-nosedly. We're a bit stir crazy, as this region finally decided to usher in summer, it being August after all. So mild-to-medium fevers combined with 93+ days and high humidity levels outside equals --? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? It equals staying in central air on the ground floor of our house all morning and afternoon with two small children. You're crazy if your answer was anything else. And I know crazy--look at the size of my family. I know my house is spacious, but nothing truly compares with the outdoors.
I'll try to finish this later. My chirping little girl went from happily reciting 'Little Einsteins' "Birthday Balloons" episode from memory (yes, she's committed whole episodes to memory, and yes, she's definitely my child,) to total silence. I'm not certain what I'll find when I leave this office, but I can confidently state that it'll be messy.
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