At the beginning of April 2017 our sweet Skeeter was officially discharged as a graduate of the Urology Clinic. It has been six years since a visibly anxious mom had the first visit at this clinic. I teared up leaving the clinic. Our nurse practitioner Heidi has been with us every step of the way.
Skeeter’s kidneys are almost the exact same size now. She always had one that was slightly smaller which was the same kidney that registered the high level of bladder reflux. When she was initially diagnosed, she had to undergo an X-ray procedure called fluoroscopy which allows them to visualize her bladder and kidneys. I had to nurse her, and then she had to have a wet diaper so they could see how the liquid came out.
I have never been more grateful to work for a healthcare company. I had colleagues who were certified radiology technicians. I showed them the exams, and I also had them explain how much radiation she received. They were able to reassure me that the scan just got only the necessary anatomy.
When I got to our local Children’s Hospital, Heidi allayed so many of my fears. Skeeter only had the one fluoroscopy exam. After that it was all kidney ultrasounds. Heidi took the time to explain everything in layman’s terms. Skeeter adored her, and she still tells me how Heidi says we shouldn’t hold it if we have to pee.
Naturally all things pee and poop were discussed often during these visits to the urology clinic. Initially Skeeter was seen every six months, then a year. At our last visit it had been two years. I know that I can still reach out to Heidi and our team at the clinic if I have any other questions down the road. I am so grateful for all the care and reassurance they provided. Skeeter’s condition and her hospitalization was the tipping point that catapulted my descent into postpartum anxiety and postpartum depression. It felt like my recovery had come full circle.