oh puh-lease

Recently, I was on a friend of a friend's blog and she was ranting about people who liken having pets to having a child. Essentially, she was po'd that people did it and believes that there is no comparison. She's a new mom who I'm guessing has never had a pet. I don't really know this girl, so the subject is unlikely to ever come up in person, but I was offended by the post and felt like venting about it somewhere.

As a dog owner and recent parent, I think that's crap. Sure, there are pet owners and PET OWNERS. Of course, there are weirdos who dress their dogs up in children's clothing and carry them around in their purses and speak to them in baby talk. Can we just agree that those people are from another planet and leave them out of the discussion? And sure, I know that there are obvious differences. I didn't give birth to my dogs. I know that they're not physically a part of me the same way my baby is. And yeah, there's a life span difference, and I hope that my daughter will be around long after my dogs are.


But anyone who's ever spent a night at the emergency vet with their dog knows that in so many ways, the experience is almost exactly like being there with your child. G's had Bandit for over 15 years, longer than he's known me. He's spent money on vet bills when he could barely afford to eat (but always plenty in the budget for alcohol of course) in college. We've woken up with her every 2 hours in the middle of the night when she couldn't go any longer without having to be let out. We've watched her struggle now in her old age. A few weeks ago, when we thought her time had come, neither G nor I could bare to even think of it let alone say the words aloud. When the moment does really come, I know that I will feel like I've lost something precious. Maybe it won't be like losing a child, but honestly, I've never lost a child, so how would I know. Neither has this girl. So who is she to tell me that it's not every bit as heartbreaking.

When the vet told me that Mia had such severe hip dysplasia that she was amazed that my puppy could even walk, I sat in my car and cried. I used to watch G playing with Mia and that was probably the first time I realized that he'd make a pretty awesome dad. I know so many pet owners who invest their hearts into their pets, so on behalf of all of them, I'm offended. When we had the baby, of course I knew that life would change. But call me cheesy, I never saw our kid (no matter how much I instantly and intensely I fell in love with her) as a replacement for our dogs. Yes, they get less attention now. But when G and I combined households, Mia suddenly went from an only child to one of three. So having a baby, in some ways, I see as adding to the brood.

This week, as I sit at the hospital with all kinds of time on my hands, I'm struck more than ever of the similarities as well as the differences. Maybe it's different if you get your dog after you have a child. But for me, and for many others I'm sure, my pet was my baby for a long time. That doesn't change now that I have a "real baby."


This was the same girl, who a while back, blogged about how people who didn't have children had no right or excuse to be late. Really? I know we're biased, G and I have always had difficulties with time management. And sure, sometimes we were late for no reason, but other times, things came up that we hadn't foreseen. I would never tell a friend that her excuse for tardiness wasn't valid because she doesn't have a kid. I think mostly, I'm troubled by this, "having a child trumps everything" attitude. Oh puh-lease, you've had your kid for like a year, are you telling me you were never late before that? Or that people with kids get some sort of pass for being late? Sure, I'll grant that sometimes, when you're late and I've scheduled something around my child's nap or eating time, it's a bit of more of an inconvenience. But whatever, I'll deal with it the same as any other person deals with the inconvenience that tardiness brings (or if it keeps happening, stop hanging out with you just like you'd have the right to stop hanging out with me).


Seriously, it's not like our lives begin when we have kids or something. So get over it.

rewind repeat

I don't know about you but I love Tivo and DVR so that I can pause when I need to, replay parts that I want to see again, or skip the parts I'd rather miss.  I've also been known to find a good song and play it over and over on repeat, especially when I'm driving.  So don't get me wrong, I'm all about repetition sometimes.  

This week, though, I feel like I'm stuck on a holiday marathon of the Wizard of Oz without DVR or any way to change the channels or turn the damn tv off.  Because this week, we got to live last weekend all over again as if it hadn't been enough fun the first time around.  There have a few tweaks here and there as if the network has maybe cut a few of the worst commercials, but still, it's been pretty painful.  

Little did I know when I was chronicling my baby's crankiness on Fri that she was actually getting sick.  There may have been a few expletives thrown around under my breath that day, and OMG, for that, I'm so sorry, baby.  By Sat morning, there was no question that the kid was burning up.  We unearthed our thermometer finally from the moving boxes and checked her temp - 102.something.  So we started looking for a pediatrician open on Sat mornings.  I guess at least we are up in San Jose by this point, because the chances of finding that in Hollister would have been nil.  We're lucky, sometime during the move, I had found this list of San Jose peds offered by my OB, and for once I set something aside and actually managed to find it later fairly easily.  And the first pediatrician on the list had both good internet reviews (we like to shop for docs the same way we pick where we want to eat) and Sat morning hours AND had an opening.  

Took her in.  A blood test run at the doc office (yay, no waiting in line at the labs like I'd had to at the Hollister hospital) revealed another (or the same?) bacterial infection and likely a viral infection, as well.  If it had been just a viral thing, we'd have breathed a sigh of relief and gone home.  G's been sick with a cold/cough since mid-last week, so we figured it was only a matter of time before the kid and I picked it up also.  But instead, we received another antibiotic injection (poor kid STILL has the marks from last week, as well as a bruise from the failed IV site).  We were sent home but with orders to check in with the doctor at home that evening.  Yeah, the doc gave us her home number.  She also wrote us a prescription for another oral antibiotic and told us to give DZ both Advil and Tylenol that night.  Usually, they don't recommend Advil  for babies under 6 months, so between that, the home number, and the fact that the doc wanted to see us again Sun during her off hours had us pretty worried.  Are you sensing a trend here?  Maybe I should rename this blog something like, "Sunday s at the Doctor's Office with the W's".  Or "Meeting the Bay Area's doctors, one emergency at a time.'  Because you know, we've already exhausted the local vets.    

Anyway, one thing we've learned about our daughter now is that she does not like taking medications of any kind.  She usually promptly vomits them out, along with whatever else she may have in her stomach. So there were some fun cleanups that day.  But she seemed to improve a bit until we woke up around 9am on Sun morning and her temp was at 105!!!  We thought we were reading the thermometer wrong, so checked again about 10 minutes later, and it was still 104.5 or something.  So we called the doc and rushed her into the office.  And the doc admitted us to the hospital.  My face must have been pretty expressive because the first thing she said after that was that I shouldn't worry, that she wouldn't send me to anyone that didn't know what they were doing.  

So at the moment, we are again hanging out at the local hospital, this time,  probably for 3 nights.  I'm hoping we get to go home tomorrow morning, and so far, the only upside is that I've had lots of time to blog.  On top of whatever other bacterial infection she has, DZ has now picked up G's cold (as have I), so we both spend our days sniffling and sneezing.  She's been on IV antibiotics since Sun evening.  But guess what, the nurses here could actually insert the IV!!  Not only that, they did it in no time at all.  They only allowed one parent in the exam room while they were inserting it, and I couldn't do it.  G went in instead but I expected to hear prolonged screaming since the exam room was right across the hall from our room.  But to my surprise, they were out in less than 5 minutes, and G said most of that time was spent bandaging up the IV so that she wouldn't jar it loose.  In Hollister, the nurse must have spent more than 45 minutes just looking for a site and then messed up twice.  

 

They were also able to get a catheter in to collect urine from her.  I couldn't watch that either, but the screaming lasted much longer that time.  It took 10 minutes and I heard screaming the entire time.  These days, though, if we come anywhere near a doctor or nurse, the kid seems to know a poke or prod is coming, so she starts screams immediately, even if they're just checking her temp or listening to her heart beat.  But G said it had been painful to watch.  I guess the urethra is hard to find in babies, and they had to try several times with different sized needles before they were able to extract any urine out.  I'm kind of glad the Hollister nurse gave up after two tries, saying that "she thought she had the right spot but still nothing came out."  She was SO reassuring, let me tell you.  

Also, rather than asking me repeatedly whether I wanted to nurse my baby to calm her down, these nurses freely admitted that babies are quick to learn that nurses coming close to them = bad news.  I got that a lot in Hollister, and I wanted to tell them that if they didn't take so damn long to do everything wrong, she wouldn't be close to a feeding anyway.  

So anyway, I guess it's not an exact repeat.  It's like a new and improved Wizard of Oz or something though I  can't even imagine there being such a thing.  Maybe in HD?  We're at Good Samaritan in San Jose and they have an excellent pediatric unit here.  The nurses in our unit are actually experienced working with infants.  The doctors have inspired nothing but confidence so far.  And although there's been a lot of nurses barging in randomly still, they are on the whole a bit more respectful of letting DZ sleep.  The nurse last night almost drove me insane because she was clearly young and new and not inclined to bending the rules, "I have to check her vitals every four hours, I'm so sorry, but I'll be quiet, I promise."  This said in a loud voice right next to DZ's crib, of course.  The nurse the night before had let us get monitored at 2am when she absolutely had to deliver the IV antibiotics.  I mean, I don't want to be woken up at 2am either, but if we have to, let's at least get it all done then.  But no, the nurse promised, she could be quiet and wouldn't even need to disturb DZ at the 2am waking.  Sounded great in theory except that she forgot to do something with the IV monitor and two seconds after she left the room, it started blaring and flashing red.  So yeah, that plan didn't work so well.  Plus, my kid just doesn't sleep through anything now.  Partly it's the age, partly she's freaked out and wary of anyone coming in to poke her, and partly because it's just her.  But whatever, crap is still crap however you dress it up.  But I guess I'll still take this experience over last week's nightmare.  DZ was born at this hospital, and if there's one place trust, it's here.  

At the end of the day, though, the ending is still pretty unsatisfying, which is why I was never able to tolerate Wizard of Oz even once let alone multiple times.  They still have no idea what's wrong.  Just to be on the safe side, we're talking to an infectious disease doc before we're out of here.  But the  pediatrician here told us that fevers at this age often remain mysterious.  That's not what I want to here.  We're not in the middle of a House episode, I want answers dammit.  But the most he could offer was that he's confident that DZ will be just fine and that none of this is likely to be very serious.  So I guess we'll see.  

"What do you DO all day?"

I get asked a lot these days what I do with my spare time. You know, now that I have nothing to do but stay home all day. So just for kicks, I decided to document a random day and share. I tried to do this several times but started to lose track of the day by mid-morning. This just happens to be the first day where I plodded through for an entire 24-hour period (just this last Fri actually).

4:57 – I woke up, not intentionally but because DZ has decided that it's a nice time to wake up, at least for this morning. I was just glad that it wasn't 1 am like it had been the day before. But of course I would have preferred that it was closer to 7 or 8am like it used to be up until a few weeks ago when al hell broke loose and she stopped sleeping through the night.

6:00 – We went back to sleep, after feeding my darling child, changing her diaper (2x because she pooped after she ate), and letting the dogs out. G woke up momentarily when DZ started wailing, and grabbed her. I had to pee, you see, and was generally not letting her at my boobs fast enough, so the little drama queen wanted to let the whole world know how terrible I was. I doubt G even remembers all this happening because 5 minutes later, he was snoring away like nothing had happened.

6:15 – G's alarm went off; he snoozed and then it went off again. Since he was snoring like an elephant, I hadn't been able to sleep anyway, so until he finally hit the shower around 6:30, I stayed awake.

7:50 – Woke up again, this time to hear Bandit scrambling around trying to get up. She's been having difficulty getting herself up on the hardwood floors at the new place. I ignore her and try to keep sleeping, figuring that since I had just let her out less than 2 hours before, there's no way she should have to go out again. But she continued to scramble so I finally got up. She's already left several puddles of urine for us when she hasn't been able to get up (and then continued to sit in them so not only do we have to clean the floors but also her each time this happens). I looked over and saw that DZ has woken up also and is staring at me wide-eyed through the mesh of her bassinet. Figuring it's now a lost cause, I finally get up and help Bandit up and outside. She stared blankly for a bit before proceeding to just come back in without peeing.

8:05 – Nurse, change diaper (for the baby, not me).

8:50 – Feed the dogs. This is more of a project than one might think. For one, it takes Bandit forever now to get up and down the hallway. She also seems to get lost. I brought the baby with me and poked into her room to grab her bouncer so that I can set her down while going out to the back patio to feed the dogs. Bandit took this opportunity to go back to the bedroom and lay back down (meaning I again have to help her up and coax her down the hallway). Mia, meanwhile, started growling at Bandit pretty much right when we got up, so every time Bandit got up, Mia would try to rush her, I'd push her back and we'd go through this process over and over again. Also today, we were out of dry food, so I grabbed a can of wet dog food to mix in. Even Bandit kept trying to poke her head into her food before I was ready. Mia, on time out from her growling, was supposed to be laying down in the hallway but kept trying to rush out for the food, especially once she realized they were getting the good stuff for a change. So the whole thing was broken up with me rushing back inside to put Mia back to where I had left her in the hallway and then coming back to finish getting the food ready (as taught by our hundreds of dollars worth of training classes).

9:10 – Finished feeding dogs. Yes, it took me 20 minutes. Left Mia out with the empty dog food can (maybe I shouldn't tell you that I spent a good 2 minutes trying to shake the lid loose from the bottom of the can before realizing that I had already thrown the lid away anyway – the dogs can't have the lid because it's sharp).

9:15 – Hopped in shower, leaving DZ in her bouncer. Then came rushing out thinking she was falling asleep and god forbid she actually falls asleep in her bouncer because then what? Would I move her or keep her there? These types of decisions plague me daily: is she ready for a nap or isn't she? Crib or bassinet? Cloth diaper or disposable? Walk now or later? The best thing is to try to avoid pretty much any situation that might involve any conflict whatsoever. Turns out, though, that she's not sleeping anyway, so basically I'm still soapy for no reason. I'm just excited that I'll be able to knock shower off my list of things to do for the day. Yeah, showering is on my list, don't you dare judge me. Deciding to dress up for a change, not wanting to feel like an slob, because the pair of jeans I had worn a few days before was still laying around, I put on pair of jeans instead of my usual sweats.

9:50 – Start trying to put the baby down for a nap. We're working on taking away the swaddle these days so naps are more inconsistent than they used to be. The process has been more drawn out than I expected, largely because I am inconsistent about when I choose to wrap her up and when I don't. It used to be too that DZ would get wrapped up and then just doze off on her own, especially in the mornings. But without the comfort of her swaddle, she needs a little more help. So I walk around and rock and bounce her until my arm is about to fall off.

10:10 – She was asleep and swaddle-free, so I gently laid her down in her bassinet. She woke up but tossed for just a minute or so before falling back asleep.

10:11 – Mia, who is still outside, decided to bark at something or another. She was practically next to the bedroom window when she did it, so the baby woke up with a start and looked wide awake. I let Mia in, gave her a couple of good whacks, and started the napping process all over again. (I found out later that she had been barking because Jehovah's Witnesses had been outside our door. I felt bad then for whacking her).

10:30 – my arm is officially dead and I give up and lay DZ in her bassinet wide awake. She started yammering about something but isn't crying so I go make myself a bowl of spaghetti for breakfast (again, no judging). I came back every so often and she still looked wide awake and thrilled and smiley every time I walked in. I swear, the only reason the kid gets away with everything is because she's so darn cute.

10:50 – My noodles were done and I was just about to take my first bite when the kid decides to stop chatting to herself and decided to start crying instead. So I went back to the bedroom with my bowl and let her stare at me gulping down my spaghetti.

11:00 – Deciding it was pointless to continue trying to get her to nap, I picked her up, made myself a cup of chai (yes, some sort of caffeinated beverage is also on my to-do list and I was way over-due this particular morning). We grabbed my cup and started nursing because this whole process had taken so long that it was time to eat all over again. I drank my chai while nursing, usually not my preference since the whole point of a coffee break is to, you know, actually have a break. I also was so fed up this morning that I turned the tv on while nursing (usually a no-no these days because the kid decides that she'd rather watch tv than eat and nursing takes way longer than it should).

11:45 – Finished nursing, the kid promptly pooped. Oh, I should probably mention that there have been several diaper changes already this morning. But anyway, she pooped and looked like she was ready to nap again. So I changed her, wrapped her, and started the whole napping process all over again. This time, decided to just wrap her up in the damn swaddle and be done with it. Except that she fought me the whole time and had it off almost before I finished wrapping her up. So I wrapped her leaving one arm out, walked around and bounced.

12:00 – No sign of napping, so I did another no-no, brought her all wrapped up, laid her on my knees facing towards me, and turned the tv back on.

12:15 – She began to fuss and again looked tired, so decided it was time to go again. This all happened several times so I think I'll just leave it at that instead of telling you how many times I wrapped her, re-wrapped her, changed her diaper, rocked her, left her, etc etc. The problem is that once she doesn't nap once, she's super tired and cranky and it just gets harder and harder to get her to sleep.

1:15 – Napping at last, completely swaddled. All dogs kicked out. It had been close call there at least once because just as she was about to fall asleep, I heard Bandit struggling to get up in the living room and by the time I went to help her and came back, the kid would be wide awake all over again.

And after that, she slept for an unprecedented 4 hours!! So she must have needed it. I grabbed a rare 2^nd cup of chai and some lunch before beginning to attack the boxes still hanging around in the kitchen.

5:00 – Woke up. Changed and nursed. Dad came home at 5:30 (early for a change) and she briefly looked up before going back to my boob. Then promptly pooped.

6:30 – Bath!

7:30 – Nursed again while G went to go pick up dinner (sadly, we still have no food at the new house).

8:00 – G started walking around with her and rocking. Usually, this takes approximately 10-15 minutes. That night, we're at it for over three hours, with numerous moments when we think she's out but then she woke with a start and the process started all over again. I threw a fit because G started making “oh my back” motions within half hour or so. He didn't complain aloud, but I took it personally since I had been walking around all morning and how dare he start getting fed up almost immediately. So at least a half hour of this was spent with “No, I have here; here I got her” between us.

11:15 – Finally asleep, but not before we realized that she was awfully warm, so now we were concerned that she was getting sick AGAIN (or still?). So we finally went to bed, as well, but worried that it would be a fitful night.

11:15 – 8am ASLEEP

the girls behaving . . .

Bandit and Mia, temporarily united in their confusion at a new house:

The next morning, at the exact location, Mia decided to attack Bandit for no reason as she was trying to head out to the backyard. I was holding the baby, so had to set her down, and then break the two of them up. Unfortunately, I didn't think to get a shot of that interaction.

So much for the hundreds of dollars we spent on training this year.

Later in the day, at the exact same spot, Bandit left me a nice puddle of urine to clean up since she's been having difficulty getting up in the tile and hardwood floors. Somehow, I didn't think to get a picture of that either.

This little corner of the family room has seen a lot of action so far.

Scare

So it seems to be our month for scares (wait, was it actually last month that we had the whole eye emergency?), and apparently that's what it takes to get me back to blogging these days. I'm trying to get back into it, but man, it's been hard lately. Because well, I was husband-less and dealing with 3 dogs and a baby for the better part of Nov. G officially had to travel for work for one week, but the weeks leading up to that week kind of sucked too because he pretty much worked all the time. And because DZ (the baby -- I feel the need to remind you because it really has been that long since I've blogged) got a cold. Also she decided to suddenly stop sleeping thru the night for no reason. And because, oh yeah, by the way, we're moving! As much as we (especially me) loved that little town that we've called home, we've decided to make the haul to San Jose. Far south San Jose so that G doesn't have to fight a ton of traffic for work, but still, exciting big city nevertheless. I will be less than 20 minutes from work when I go back in Jan. But more on that in a different post, maybe next year.

The movers came on Fri. And G spent the day directing them. I would have loved to help but I apparently had more exciting plans. That involved DZ coming down with a fever on Thurs night, waking up her entire body burning, and then waking up every hour after that. And then throwing up in the morning. So I called her pediatrician and took her in. The doc wanted to run some blood tests, mostly because it was Fri and she was worried that we'd be stuck with everything getting worse over the weekend and having to rush off to the emergency room. Plus, when we were in there, my child was seriously the ghost of the kid that I usually know. Listless, barely even cried when she was getting examined, and just looked miserable. Man, the cold had been bad enough, but to see her feverish was terrible.

So the doc gave her an antibiotic shot, then sent us to the hospital across the street for a blood draw and chest x-ray. Also wanted us to do a urine test to rule out UTI. So I spent the better part of the early afternoon hanging out at the hospital. The blood draw was as much fun as the antibiotic shot, but it only got worse as the day progressed. Turns out it's not that easy to collect urine from an infant (somehow, she hasn't mastered the art of peeing on demand yet). So they stuck this bag in her diaper and waited for her to pee. But nothing happened. So eventually they sent me home and told me to come back with it.

G meanwhile had to head up to SJ with the movers. I stuck around waiting for my kid to pee. She did just about everything else - eat, wail, even poop, sleep, but no pee. I had to replace the bag because it had poop on the outside. And a couple of times, it looked like she may have peed around the bag but not in it. She even leaked through her diaper and onto her nursing pillow but nothing in the bag.

Finally, her doc called and said the blood work suggested a possible bacterial infection and just to be on the safe side, she wanted to admit DZ into the hospital for overnight observation!!! OK, I have to say this. I've been sick a lot over the years but it doesn't compare to seeing your kid sick. Before I was a parent, no one could have convinced me of this. I almost cried a couple of times while waiting at the hospital and seeing her sad little face. Anyway, the doc made sense. It was Fri afternoon by this point. There were still no urine results, but the kid wasn't showing any signs of feeling better. It wouldn't hurt to already be somewhere for observation in case things took a turn for the worse.

So rather than me heading up to SJ where all our things were, G came back down and we spent the night at the hospital. So I take it back. It CAN hurt to be at a hospital o/n, at least this one. Because this hospital sucks ass. OMG. So the first thing they did when we got there (aside from making us wait forever even though my doc had called ahead and asked them to get a room ready) was try to insert a catheter up my kid's hooha to try to collect urine. That was fun. I'd say that it must have hurt because DZ started crying but actually, I have no idea if it hurts or not because the kid pretty much cried from the moment I walked into the hospital room. But I don't know, it didn't look pleasant. The stupid nurse tried twice but nothing came out. I think she missed where she was supposed to go, but I don't know. So first thing my doc had wanted didn't happen. They put another bag in her and waited again for her to pee into it (something I could have done at home).

THEN, my doc had wanted them to start an IV to give her antibiotics. A different nurse spent almost 45 minutes just looking at DZ's arms to try to find a vein. But apparently, that wasn't enough time to find it (and she decided to just go ahead anyway) because the first needle she inserted was in the wrong place. Then she decided to try the back of the baby's hand. Also stuck the needle all the way in, caught the vein this time but couldn't flush our her needle so I guess that was a no go also. So by this point, my kid looks like a heroin addict (between these marks, the blood draw from earlier, the antibiotic shot at our doc's office, and vaccinations earlier in the week). UGH. I told the nurse she wasn't allowed to try again unless she could find some one else who was more experienced at inserting needles into baby's arms. Actually, I suggested that after the first attempt, but the 2nd, I said no more attempts period. So 2nd thing my doc had wanted also didn't happen. It was great too because all of this took over an hour and DZ was crying the ENTIRE time. Somewhere towards the end, G finally made it in, and it was a good thing, because just his presence kept me from attacking one of the nurses.

I was starting to wonder what the point of being in the hospital was anyway. It's a small town hospital, they don't really have an infant or pediatric ward or anything. I think for both nurses, they didn't really deal much with babies as young as 4-months. But still, they didn't have to suck. Oh, and all this crying, and the kid STILL didn't pee.

The rest of the night continued to be a disaster. The door to our room was LOUD. So every time some one came in, the kid would wake up. She spent all evening trying to sleep and getting rudely woken up and prodded. The night time seemed like it would pretty much be the same. We asked if they could do their monitoring when she was already awake to nurse, and they said yes, but then what do you know, a nurse that didn't get the memo came in anyway. The people in the next room were also loud. Somewhere in the hallway, some kid went running around looking for his "Papi." We had a private room with a bathroom but we were afraid to use it because the toilet flush sounded like elephants stampeding and actually freaked the kid out every time we flushed.

The nurses finally got their pee but what do you know, most of the pee had leaked out because they didn't stick the bag in correctly. Several nurses told me to give the baby water to help her pee which I think is completely medically wrong (since she was nursing just fine). And I don't know how many patients they had but everything took forever. Our kid could have died by the time they responded to anything. Actually what happened though was that she would have gone back to sleep and then woken up AGAIN when they finally burst in.

Overall, awesome night. If you're ever in the area and need a hospital recommendation, please let me know.

Fortunately, my doctor's partner checked on us in the morning and told us we could go. DZ's temp had dropped by this point all on its own. And she was looking better. He said he wanted to do one more antibiotic shot the next day but we could just do it in his office (even though it was Sun, somehow docs seem to love showing up on Sundays especially for us). I will say that if you're in the area and looking for family doc referrals, I know two awesome ones.

It's now Tues and DZ seems to be almost back to normal. We're still puzzled by what it was. Her preliminary urinalysis was negative but we'll see if the cultures reveal anything. I'm hoping it's not that because that would then require a bunch of tests to figure out why a 4mo would get a UTI. But I guess that's a bridge we'll cross if/when the time comes.