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A Parent's Fear
Saturday morning, my little guy got up, holding his chest and complaining of pain. I was in a hurry to get to my office, and since he was not nauseous or feverish, my experience is that he is up to something about school. Except it was Saturday.
I work part of the day Saturday, running one group, then coming home to watch the kids while my wife sees some clients in the afternoon.
This Saturday, my wife showed up just as my group was ending, and asked me to take Shane to the Doctor's office for an appointment. Now I was alarmed. He looked to be in pain.
When he and I and Hannah Marie got to the Doctor's office (remember, this is the Labor Day Weekend Saturday), folks were getting ready to leave for their weekend.
As we hurried to get in under the gun, Shane had to stop because he could not draw a breath, and he was crying. Now my alarm is beginning to get worrisome, but I know I need to stay calm for him.
The Doctor cannot find anything problematic, and suggests the ER for more tests. So I called his mom and she met us there. Poor little Hannah Marie had her "I have not had a nap" meltdown, so I took her home for food and a nap, until Julie called me back to say that because of stomach tenderness, a CAT scan had been ordered. She arranged baby sitting, and back I went to the ER, where an EKG, an EEG, blood work, an IV with motrin for pain, and the CAT scan had been done. I was beginning to prepare myself for the worst, and wept.
However, the issue turned out to be pain from rock climbing efforts a full week ago, and the motrin was the key.
When my son got back from the CAT scan, the doctor asked about his bowel movements. It appears that he is full of it, which I saved for a future tease. However, we immediately began to jockey for control of the remote, he wanted cartoons, I wanted college football. This is a good sign.
By the time he was discharged, and home, he and his sister were back to their sibling rivalry in a big way.
It seems like a distant memory now, watching the fear and panic on his face, and knowing that I needed to let him see me as calm, even when I did not feel calm. In fact, Sunday and Monday he was still a bit sore, but just as cantankerous as ever, demanding special attention, and harassing his sister.
So right now he is in the tub, preparing for another day, grumping and mumping about school. What a sweet sound for a parent
emwave, heartmath, institute of heartmath, heart rate variability biofeedback, heart intelligence
A Parent's Fear
Saturday morning, my little guy got up, holding his chest and complaining of pain. I was in a hurry to get to my office, and since he was not nauseous or feverish, my experience is that he is up to something about school. Except it was Saturday.
I work part of the day Saturday, running one group, then coming home to watch the kids while my wife sees some clients in the afternoon.
This Saturday, my wife showed up just as my group was ending, and asked me to take Shane to the Doctor's office for an appointment. Now I was alarmed. He looked to be in pain.
When he and I and Hannah Marie got to the Doctor's office (remember, this is the Labor Day Weekend Saturday), folks were getting ready to leave for their weekend.
As we hurried to get in under the gun, Shane had to stop because he could not draw a breath, and he was crying. Now my alarm is beginning to get worrisome, but I know I need to stay calm for him.
The Doctor cannot find anything problematic, and suggests the ER for more tests. So I called his mom and she met us there. Poor little Hannah Marie had her "I have not had a nap" meltdown, so I took her home for food and a nap, until Julie called me back to say that because of stomach tenderness, a CAT scan had been ordered. She arranged baby sitting, and back I went to the ER, where an EKG, an EEG, blood work, an IV with motrin for pain, and the CAT scan had been done. I was beginning to prepare myself for the worst, and wept.
However, the issue turned out to be pain from rock climbing efforts a full week ago, and the motrin was the key.
When my son got back from the CAT scan, the doctor asked about his bowel movements. It appears that he is full of it, which I saved for a future tease. However, we immediately began to jockey for control of the remote, he wanted cartoons, I wanted college football. This is a good sign.
By the time he was discharged, and home, he and his sister were back to their sibling rivalry in a big way.
It seems like a distant memory now, watching the fear and panic on his face, and knowing that I needed to let him see me as calm, even when I did not feel calm. In fact, Sunday and Monday he was still a bit sore, but just as cantankerous as ever, demanding special attention, and harassing his sister.
So right now he is in the tub, preparing for another day, grumping and mumping about school. What a sweet sound for a parent
posted by Mike Logan at 5:33 AM
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