Delayed reaction
TheBoy cannot stop peeing. Every half hour or so over the past week, with a nice 11-hour break during his evening nap, he pipes up in that little boy voice with, 'I need to go to the baaaaaathroom."
Frequent urination is one of those things that sets my mommy's heart racing, mostly because a good friend's son was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes off just such a symptom. So like any panic-stricken parent, I rushed him to the doctor today to get his urine tested.
The results: Completely, totally normal. So, um, what the heck?
Our doctor, by the way, is marvelous, absolutely worth the 20 minute wait it invariably takes to get in to see her. She's also my age, which only makes me feel slightly incompetent when I stop to think about how comforting and together I find her. She also has three kids of her own. And, she explained today, two of them went through the same peeing constantly phase when their younger siblings were born. What can we do about this? Try not to make a big deal out of it and assume it will go away, which is pretty much the Dr. Spock/Dr. Spears answer to everything.
I guess there are worse ways for him to show his stress, discomfort and general discombobulation over the recent upheaval to his world. And at least when he pees, it's in the toilet.
posted by AnnaRay at 3:53 PM
5 Comments:
You got that right, sister! He could be peeing anywhere, up to and including on the new arrival. So he likes the extra attention his winkie is getting him, won't be the first time, won't be the last. I am hearing some chanting in the background... "This is my rifle, this is my gun, this ones for fighting, this ones for fun!" I likey-likey his style. Tell him his Uncles' proud of him.
I don't agree with the chanting part. I don't think we need to go that far, but at least you have peeing, when Becca was born, Lexi physically clung to me and cried all the time especially when she couldn't see me.
New baby has diuretic effect! She must be like my old Math teacher who always made me want to go to the bathroom.
I'd bet on the gene pool, since luck begins and ends when the sperm hits the egg. From what Ive seen, I thing my grandpiglet is fine.
Check your beer keg in the basement refrigerator. 10 to 1 that the boy's nearly drained it.
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