Annie woke up to use the potty SEVEN times between 11 pm and 6 am. I don’t know what is going on. Her nurse, Emily, was infinitely more patient than the other Emily in the room during each of those almost-hourly checks. Then while eating her breakfast, she announced that she had to go again. She hadn’t had anything to drink in 12 hours, so I told her to finish her bagel and got her dressed for PT. Marley brought her back from PT after 5 minutes, saying that Annie claimed to need a new pull-up. And it was wet. Sigh.
Obviously we have switched her totally to pull-ups now after I cut off a pair of soiled undies yesterday afternoon, and I’ll be talking to the nurse practitioner today about getting her tested for a UTI or anything else that could be causing this. I just want to curl up on a real bed and get six hours of sleep. We were going to head up to Evanston this afternoon to hear Hannah sing Bach. That is not going to happen. I just need to hold it together and not burst into tears of fatigue today.