When it rains, it pours down sewerage

I think it's pretty fair to say that not many people like bad news. In fact, the only people I can think that would like bad news are those who will benefit from others misfortune.

Yesterday we were given bad news.

My daughter has what's called a duplex left kidney. Basically she has two urethra's from her left kidney (you are only meant to have one) and one of those urethras is refluxing urine from her bladder back into her kidney.

This, we already knew.

She has been on antibiotics every day since she was 3 months old to help prevent an infection (she had a pretty bad one when she was 3 months old). Yesterday, we went to see the kidney specialist because her left kidney isn't functioning 100%. We weren't expecting much. When she was first diagnosed, we were told that often these things repair themselves and it's not a big concern.

So it came as a surprise when we were told she needed more invasive testing and surgery to repair the blockage was on the cards.

Hold on, rewind please. What did you just say?

Meanwhile, my daughter is wriggling about in my arms, unsettled with two rosy red cheeks from a week on unrelenting hard core teething. More tests.

So I'm exhausted after several sleepless nights, being handed bad news on an expensive platter and I think, it's okay, we can deal with this. We have to deal with this. It's better to get to the bottom of this then to cross our fingers and hope she doesn't get another infection.

So we go home. We process. I cry from sheer frustration and then we go to bed.

I wake up to the hubster calling me, it's 8:15am. My little human alarm clock hasn't woken me up. I lay there thinking maybe she's catching up on all the sleep she's missed out on the past few days and nights. And then I realise, something is wrong.

I enter her room and wake, yes, wake her up. I give her a cuddle and notice there's something wrong with her hand.

It's covered in pimples.

So are her legs.

I ring the fully booked out doctors surgery to make an appointment so the Good Doctor can confirm my suspicions, it's Hand, Foot and Mouth.

Crap.

When it rains, it really pours down sewerage!

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