The last test she had to take was the summer she turned five. I took my mom with us because I was over eight months pregnant and the test involved radiation. I knew I would not be allowed to stay with Saige. So my mom who is slightly handicapped, my pregnant self and my daughter and I trekked downtown in the 110 degree heat to Texas Children's Hospital. The test was stressful for her and for me because I couldn't stay with her, but I could hear her from the hallway.
The next day it was still hot and I was still pregnant and I was out doing errands with the three kids I already had. During the grocery store trip the kids decided we HAD to go to the library. I agreed because
We ran in the house and put the groceries away and then piled back into the Womb on Wheels to head to the library which would be closing soon.
Once there we browsed for books. Except for Tanner who isn't interested in books. He lurked behind the computer users passing gas until he could get one to leave in disgust. (I didn't teach him that.) Saige and I had to use the little girls' room and while we were in there I noticed something wasn't right with Saige. There was a mysterious stain on the leg of her underpants. I cleaned her up and headed back to the library in a panic. I told the kids to check out what they had immediately so we could leave.
In the parking lot I started asking Saige questions.
"Does your stomach hurt?"
"Does your back hurt?"
"How long has that underpants situation been going on?"
In my mind I was thinking something had gone wrong with the test. Maybe her internal organs were pricked and now they were leaking???? She answered with her usual space cadet obliviousness. Nothing hurt. She had no fever. She couldn't say when the problems began.
I was headed home to call the pediatrician or the specialist we had met with. I was debating on whether or not to drive straight to the ER. As we were getting in the van I noticed the problem had worsened. You have to understand the UTI episodes had been going on for over a year. I was already worried something was horribly wrong. I spent the day before in that children's hospital looking around at kids who were chronically and seriously ill. I just couldn't imagine what it would be like to cope with that kind of illness in your own child. Those parents were so strong.
Plus I was pregnant. Hormones may have been a factor.
I started to clean her up. I asked again if she was hurting.
Then I smelled.........................chocolate.
"Saige", I asked. "Did you stick chocolate in your underpants?"
"Yup" She replied.
It turns out she did not have a dangerous and deadly internal organ laceration during the test. What had happened was........while I was quickly putting up groceries she was grabbing a little chocolate candy snack. When I yelled for them to load back up without getting anything to eat my sweet daughter decided the best way to avoid having to share her purloined treat with her brothers was to stick it down her pants and save it for later
THEN she let me panic for ten minutes not mentioning it.
( I have since told her that chocolate must be eaten right away during a Texas summer.)
Can you imagine if I had taken her to the ER and they had had to diagnose her?