Today, I spent a few hours in the company of a pretty delightful 2 year-old. I haven't spent a lot of time with her, but I've spent time with her three times in the last week, and I have never seen a happier little girl. Seriously. Her mom, dad, sister, and brother brought her home from China over the summer, and she is amazing! Whether it's singing Jesus Loves Me or trying on all the hats and all the shoes in sight, she is always smiling and happy. And her laugh?! Oh my goodness. It makes me crack up just thinking of her contagious belly laughs. Today she tried to put on my rain boots without my assistance. They're approximately half her height, so it didn't work too well. I picked her up and put her in my boots, and the laughs just bubbled up out of both of us! I was wiping tears from my eyes as she grinned and said, "CHEEEEEEEEEESE" over and over. And within five minutes, I was rocking her and singing naptime songs...it took two minutes once she was in her bed. She is amazing! I adore her...she steals the hearts of everyone with her precious little face.
While I was reading after putting her down for her nap, I got a call from N's school. When I see the school on my caller id, I can't help but feel a sense of dread. When B's school calls, it's always the nurse, and I don't necessarily know what I'm getting into, but I have a general idea. N's school? Wild. Card. It was the nurse, which was weird. Normally, when N feels like he's sick and wants to come home, he'll text me, and I'll tell him to go to the nurse and have her call me. And at first, he would call me from his phone and then hand it to her. Rookie. ANYWAY, she called to say that N had passed out during the Red Ribbon Week Wrap-Up Presentation. What? It kind of freaked me out, and then she started talking about heart rates and serious fluctuation, and wait...did he have a fever? She forgot to check it...no, no fever, but he needs to see a pediatrician.
Y'all, it took an hour from the time I got the call to when I got there to pick him up. Stupid rain. And the whole time, he was texting me asking me to hurry and get there before school got out so he wouldn't have to be embarrassed. Kid. The weather wants you to buck up and hold your head high. It's not me...or something. Anyway. So, when I picked N up yesterday, he said he felt "weird." His stomach hurt, but he didn't feel nauseated, but it still felt off. He rested and did pretty much nothing, and as he got up to get ready for bed, he felt lightheaded and dizzy. When he got into bed, he said his room was spinning and his head hurt. Ibuprofen fixes everything, so I dosed him up, and then checked on him entirely too many times, including putting my hand on his back to make sure he was breathing...because he's 13, but you just never know. He slept all night and woke up feeling okay. I was going to let him stay home if he pushed the issue (shhh, don't tell him!), but he said he felt just fine after his shower, so off he went.
Apparently, while viewing the presentation, his vision blurred and he felt like he was going to vomit. He got up to ask his teacher if he could use the restroom, and she said "no." (For this, I do not blame her in the least. I'm sure there were multiple attempts to escape the presentation made by other students. N, however, doesn't do that stuff.) He decided to go anyway, opting to get in trouble rather than vomit in the library. He made it about 15 feet and then woke up on the floor. (For the record, the teacher came to his aid and apologized, the latter of which was not necessary, but much appreciated.) She helped him to the bathroom and then had a male adult present in the bathroom in case he had further issues. He told me he was only out for a few seconds, but he hit the ground with his knees and his chin, with basically no damage.
All of the test the pediatrician performed were within normal range, but he did suggest a follow-up with a cardiologist. That's kind of scary, but N's biggest concern was the baseball playing he's hoping to do this weekend. The pediatrician said he was good to go as long as there weren't anymore dizzy spells, but to still make an appointment with a cardiologist. N had another "spell" over the summer while he was alone at his dad's house. He woke up on the floor, but didn't think it was a big deal, so never said a word.
Lesson of the day: PASSING OUT IS ALWAYS A BIG DEAL.
He and I also disagreed about contacting his coach to fill him in on the situation. I mean, he didn't really have a say, but he didn't want me to be dramatic. I explained that his health and safety is my main concern, and since I'm not in the dugout, his coach needs to be made aware of potential issues...especially since N is the primary first baseman. It's kind of important. Coach agreed, and N did, too, once he thought about it.
What a day. I stress baked 4 loaves of banana bread. Even if the baseball team only plays on Sunday, they're going to be well-fed!
Aubs
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