Yesterday, we had to take Isabella back to Palo Alto because we have a VCUG appointment. The renal doctor just wanted to check for kidney reflux. I guess it was just a usual medical route for children with hypoplastic kidneys.
The moment our car turned towards the entrance of the hospital, I cried. The memories of our stay in that hospital just came rushing back. I have come to associate this place to bad memories and more bad news. As we were waiting to be called inside the radiology lab, I found myself whispering in Isabella’s ear. I told her that this is just one of those routine checks that the doctor has ordered and that I assured her that we will be leaving the lab knowing that she does not have kidney reflux.
I was wrong.
Turns out she has stage 3 reflux on her left kidney and she would need daily doses of antibiotics to fight infection from this point onwards.
So there… I have to add this to her already long list of things.