Its been a very long time since I've seen tears, let alone witnessed first hand, how uncomfortable my boy is.
I came home to find him doubled over with stomach pains. My first thought? Stomach virus. My first question?
What did you eat today?
I can't eat. It hurts.
He suffered through haircuts. I could almost hear his tummy rumbling. Even if I couldn't you could see the pain written All. Over. His. Face.
I got him donuts. His favorite kind. He couldn't even manage that. He cried to me.
"It hurts to eat, It hurts to not eat" "I can't win ... sob"
I got him Advil. Two. And ice cream, a gigantic bowl of it. Awhile later, I gave him an Excedrin PM. Only one, he's always so wound up, I figured if nothing else he'd stop stressing.
I just checked on him now. He sat up and asked me this ...
"Do you have any books I can borrow Mom, I need to have one tomorrow for English."
I think he's going to be just fine. Now.