... and I didn’t go back.
This is the first time I’ve done this.. ever.
My son and I woke up bright and early. I washed up, said my prayers, got dressed, had my morning coffee and inhaled the invigorating morning air… our day had started, and we were off
On the way to school, we stopped by On The Run. He got his juice and water (and cookie) and I got my biscuits and coffee :) so far so good, and we were off (again)
My child went to class, and I headed to my office.. a while later a matron brought him down to me, “he threw up and his stomach hurts.”
My heart sank :( I thought if it was something he ate, then now it’s out and he’d feel better. So he went back to class, and as I made my rounds, I glanced in through his window, he was working through his classwork and coloring his water bottle.
He wasn’t getting better, he was getting worse. He threw up again and all the color was draining out of his paling face.
I made phone calls to get early dismissal slips. My principal was in a meeting and I waited patiently (if you count my non-stop pacing outside his office door “patient”). He was very kind to me.. I quote him saying, “don’t even think of coming back to work today.” That hasn’t happened in my life since the first day I started working. Ever.
He signed my dismissal slip and wished my son well :) My mind raced and the beating of my heart slammed inside my chest. This kid is the best thing that I have going for me in my life, and right now he was doing a damn good job of breaking my heart.
By the time I got home, my son was quite fatigued. I got him in pjs, wrapped him in his snuggly (blanket with gloves), covered him up in his couch blanket, and started the procedures…
1. checked his temperature..
2. called his pediatrician..
3. called the pharmacy for medicine..
4. went downstairs and made him a piping hot pot of soup :) (made with lots of fresh TLC)
My son rested.. and is still resting cozy beside me.. I wish him a speedy recovery :) 16 months ago