Tuesday, November 11, 2008


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"

Oh my.

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.

1 comment:

Sassy said...

Well thank God he's going to be ok.

That poor boy...