As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God.  ~Psalm 42:1




Landon's Urology Appointment

Let me start this with a huge thank you! Thank you for your prayers. They were felt.

We took Landon to the pediatric urologist yesterday. This was a scary appointment for all of us. Landon was prepared for the worst in his eyes (i.e., blood drawing). And I will admit, so was Mom. I was so fearful of hearing news that would change our lives and the quality of Landon's. Christopher and I didn't know what to expect and can you imagine how a 6 year old felt?

They took a urine sample and scanned his bladder to ensure that he could properly empty it. They also did an ultrasound on his kidneys. We held our breath while waiting for the doctor to get a good look. We exhaled after he told us that each kidney was healthy.

The doctor prescribed medicine for an overactive bladder (OAB). He will take a low dose of Oxybutynin twice a day. This helps his bladder to "chill out." This will help with the daytime issues and *may* help with nighttime. Landon is a deep sleeper which doesn't help his cause any at nighttime.

He goes back to the doctor at the end of December to see how the medicine is doing and discuss if we need to increase the dose.

OAB is something he should outgrow as his neurological system matures, but that is only something that time will tell us.

Oh! And no blood work was necessary! Yay!

I feel so blessed to have hard-praying family and friends surrounding our family. God is good!

Recent Bagley Boy Funnies

Carter:  "I sad cuz I don't want anyone to die me."

I caught Carter in the bathroom with a sink-full of water and puddles on the floor. He was trying to wipe up the floor with a flushable wipe when I found him. He looked at me and said, "I just keening up my mess, Mommy."

Carter threw a massive tantrum because his own thumb "didn't taste right."

Landon:  "I'll practice that when we get home like 10 or 9 times. Or maybe just 2."

Landon tried to teach me to play Temple Run on my iPad. His response to my low score was "try to do a little better next time, Mommy."

Carter to Landon about a coloring book:  "Don't color on my color! I don't color on your color. So don't color on my color!"

Carter:  "If you break somebody, it won't be good."

Carter on going to the mall:  "I don't wanna go to da mall cuz dey have a scare-wee choochoo twain and yowd potties."

Me:  "Boys, I want you to be quiet and not run in the library."
Carter:  "Cuz you don't wanna spank your babies?"

Carter:  "I make you a art-ject. It's gonna be a house and a gate. Don't break it cuz it was a hard time."  (He told me this every day for about a week and a half. Never saw my house and gate art.)

Carter: "Mommy, I yike stars. And bats. Yes, I yike stars and bats."

Some nights, Christopher has his shirt off at dinner because he just finished lifting weights in the garage. Shortly after we start eating, Landon's shirt comes off. Then Carter's. And the boys declare "MAN TIME."

Being a Mom Hurts

We're just hanging tight until Landon's pediatric urologist appointment in two weeks. He is still wetting 4-5 nights each week, and now it's starting to seep into the daytime. He has had two daytime accidents in the past two weeks. He hasn't had a daytime accident since he was 2. The worst was his last accident...at school...on the playground. He said that he didn't even know he had to go and that it just came out. It embarrassed him badly. If people are in the house (other than me, Christopher, and Carter), he hides to put on his "nighttime underwear" and changes out of them first thing in the morning before he even leaves his room. I continuously tell him that he doesn't need to feel ashamed or embarrassed, and that the doctor is going to help us. He talks about his upcoming appointment (specifically the blood drawing part) almost daily. He's full of dread and angst and embarrassment. And it breaks my heart into a million little pieces. I don't know how to fix this. No one told me how bad this motherhood gig would hurt.