Isabella's worst nightmare.....

besides seeing a doctor at the doctor's office would have to be seeing a doctor at the ER-which we had to do today. We noticed some blood when she peed (I hate using the term 'urinate' although I know it is the correct one to use) and tried our best to not freak out. Okay...I tried my best to not freak out. I got on the internet and figured out that it was probably a UTI. I called our weekend clinic and they told me to take her to the ER. I had noticed that she was having frequent accidents lately-which she rarely does. I just figured she was backtracking and I actually thought I would start punishing her for it. How horrible is that?? Anyway, we pulled up to the ER and she started screaming "NO DOCKER!!" How does she know?? Is there some kind of medical smell emitted from all medical buildings?? We had started plying her with the beverage of her choice (aka Diet Coke) so she would pee in a cup when we got the ER-we thought it would hit once we were taken back into a room but it actually hit on the carpet next to the front desk. I grabbed a cup and ran her to the bathroom where she proceeded to pee/urinate all over my hand, my pants, my shoes, the toilet, her shoes, and her dress. About 1 ml went into the actual cup! Once we were taken to the triage nurse (who, by the way, was in the nicest of moods-NOT), she slapped an ID bracelet around her ankle and set Isabella into a screaming, yelling, 'don't-screw-with-me-my-pee pee-hurts' fit. The nurse, who was in a similar mood, didn't bother to try and comfort her. Isabella kept trying to pull the bracelet/anklet off of her foot but that thing was on for the duration. I think the intense screaming got us a room, though!!! Finally, something positive has come out of her tantrums!! And....amazingly, the doctor showed up immediately!!! I can't say he was exactly bright but he did have DO next to his name (Elisabeth was sure it meant he was from DOVER....I think it stood for something like DOCTOR). He actually asked, with Todd, Elisabeth, and me sitting there NEXT to Bella, if I had delivered her VAGINALLY! I wasn't the one with the UTI-the baby was!!!! And what the hell difference does it make how she was delivered. And to make matters worse-I had to sit there and think how it was she came into this world. I stupidly almost answered C-Section. Where did that come from???!!!! After a split second I answered, 'UM...she was adopted'. Dingbat-did he not see the eyes, skin tone, and stick-straight hair??? Luckily, Dr. Dummy was able to use what little sample we had to determine she had a UTI and sent us on our way with an antibiotic. Isabella was so exhausted from wailing that she feel asleep in my arms the minute he walked away. What a day!