My son.
What am I going to do with him?
All day yesterday he had a headache to end all headaches.
When your 4-year old son, who has no reason to conjure grand schemes for calling in sick, has a headache - one is inspired to action.
Several times yesterday he complained and even gripped his head between his hands like a football while moaning. Poor baby!
I could tell how badly he hurt. A little while later (still mid-afternoon) he fell asleep while playing outside and was difficult to wake. He fell asleep again only minutes later and slept for the rest of the afternoon. I had to really work to wake him up and he woke crying, grimacing from the pain.
He said he felt like he needed to puke, so we perched by the toilet.
He was so nauseous, but had no tangible symptoms at that point.
Moments later, roughly 3 seconds after a dose of Ibuprofen, he vomited. Awful.
I put him to bed and began to revisit the course of our day and compiled his various symptoms in my mind.
I got sub plans ready for school and then I went into his room to check on him.
He whimpered while he slept.
I woke him and he cried.
I had to ask him a question to confirm my suspicion.
"Baby, did you hit your head today?"
Crying, "Uh-huh. Harder than I ever have in my life."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought you would make me stop playing."
Enter WebMD. A great little site where you can type in your symptoms and they tell you that you're probably going to die.
Possible diagnoses: Meningitis or head trauma resulting in a brain bleed.
Nice.
Guess who was the pediatrician on-call last night at the local hospital.
No one.
Guess who stupid ol' me had to be reminded to make my petition.
The Great Physician.
Why does that seem to be my "When all else fails..." scenario?
I definitely should work on that.
Trust is so hard for me where my children are involved. As mother to a very vivacious son, I have always worried that I would somehow end up ruining him.
There is so much margin for error in parenting and whatever margin remains is filled to overflowing with the unpredictable.
After praying big faith-mingled-with-fear and tearful prayers, I scooped him up into my arms and took him to sleep by my side - where I proceeded to watch him breathe and wake him periodically throughout the wee hours.
Today he seemed fine. I put a call into the Doctor's office and his nurse concurred that it was very likely head trauma, but if things improved, there was little cause for concern.
And they did improve.
And I am still a weakling when it comes to believing in God's great big arms, that can stretch all the way to my house and mend my children when they have been broken.
Thank You, God for your patience that exceeds reason. The Potter's Wheel keeps right on spinning and spinning as He sculpts this mother's heart, making the really weak spots stronger and the lumpy spots smooth. What Divine patience He shows for this knucklehead!
3 comments:
Sorry to hear of the bump on the head-you had every right to be concerned. But take it easy on yourself...God will look after all of His children.
Thank you...Speechless...tears...I completly understand.
don't be so hard on yourself. You are an awsome mommy and by call the doctor first was the right thing to do. He was watching over your little one the moment he hit his head. He knew there would not be a pediatrician on call that night and new that you would "eventually" call on Him to help. (by the way, I did the same thing when my kids were little). He always looks out for us. He is an awsome God.
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