Cute, I know. Really cute, if I do say so myself. She will be three in two weeks (more on that later). Here is a quick example of just how awesome she is and then on to the point of this post:
A few weeks ago, she wanted to talk to her 4 month old cousin on the phone. After listening to his baby babbles and sounds, she made the very true observation that he sounded just like her 6 month old brother.
I asked, "Do they sound the same because they are both little babes?"
Her reply: "No, Mom. Girls are babes. Boys are called DUDES."
I'm sorry, What?! And when did she start calling me Mom?
So, when she woke up yesterday morning she was fine. At first. Then, she started complaining that her neck hurt. She kept her hand up on it and wouldn't let us look at it or touch it. Before long, she started screaming any time her head moved. We worried. My upstairs neighbor (a nurse - very handy) came to take a look. She says, "It could be meningitis (!) but as long as she's all caught up on her immunizations, it's probably not."
Um, she isn't.
She's missing two: Hib and pneumococcal. Not the two to be missing if you're worried about meningitis, apparantly. We called the doctor and took her in. Now, I try not to be paranoid, but when one doctor takes a look and then calls in another doctor (daughter screaming the whole time) and then they whisper in the corner but not quiet enough that you don't hear things like "x-rays" and "emergency room", I get paranoid. Real quick.
Since other than excrutiating pain, there was nothing else wrong with her, they decided it wasn't an illness. So, she must have injured it. We just don't know how. Or when. Or where. They sent us home. I didn't feel any better and neither did she.
Thanks to heavy doses of Children's Motrin, she's doing much better today. She still can't turn her head to the left at all but we're just waiting out the weekend to see if it gets better or not.
I know this certainly wasn't the biggest medical emergency in the world or by far the worst thing that could happen to your child. But, it was still scary. I just think that when everything is going along swimmingly and comparatively perfect for awhile, as a mother I try to be grateful while at the same time waiting with bated breath for the other shoe to drop. Because, no matter how big or how small that shoe happens to be, it will drop. Eventually.
Did I mention that I try not to be paranoid?
2 comments:
How is she doing?
Was it a kink in the neck?
(Hate those!)
She is doing much better. They still don't know what it was, but she has full range of motion back today, finally. Thanks for asking (and for being my loyal commentor - where my husband is, I don't know). :)
Word verification: yuyaas. I'll be enjoying that one.
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