The diagnosis is still UTI - urinary tract infection; however, it was not E. coli they found in her urine yesterday but Enterococcus Faecalis, which is just another germ/bacteria that can get into the body through the ureter and cause an infection.
So, I just got to the hospital, sent Kathy for a night of sleep in her own bed for the first time in three nights, and I'll do the nighttime shift here. Earlier today I worked the Texas Tech-Baylor game on our air. The game was at the Cotton Bowl and kicked off at 11 am. So, I was there this morning, got out around 4:00, got home and only got to spend no more than 15 minutes with Kole - who had been watched by Joan again for the day. Kole was sitting at the dinner table having a snack as Joan prepared his dinner and I leaned down to tell him goodbye. I knealt to his side and said cheerfully, "Okay boy - be good for Grandma!" And in an instant he had figured out that I was leaving again, began crying loudly and clutched onto my neck like he never wanted to let go. It absolutely tore my heart out. I gave him a second look to tell him he'll be fine and tears were streaming down his face. Not only has he been battling a cold and feeling like crap, but I really do feel sorry for him and wanted to just gobble him up and kiss his head for the next 10 minutes. This really has been a huge transition for him, and within the past four weeks he has begun school, then came the birth of Karissa and the revolving door of family watching him and keeping him for the night. All trusting family who loves him more than he knows, but especially over the past three weeks there have just been large chunks of time spent without Kathy and I together with him and I think he's finally figured out that he doesn't care for it too much. Then comes the guilt on our part that when we do spend time together with him, there is the fact that a) he's a 2-year-old, b) there's a whole new set of rules when Karissa is around, c) Mom and Dad are spending a little more time than normal getting on to him and disciplining him. At the same time, he's probably just starved for the attention that he is now noticing is whittling away a little bit at a time from one or the other of us.
Poor guy. He'll be okay, and get through this just fine. Unfortunately, it's Karissa who we're most concerned about now since she's in a hospital instead of being at home. One more good night of antibiotics and we should be able to get her out of here tomorrow.
Until then - I have the Rangers playoff game on, flipping over to the Colorado-Missouri football game, and obviously my laptop so I can keep in touch with everything else. Might be a little boring, but Kathy has done this the last two nights and it's time for me to get my turn.
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