~Midnight Monday night~
‘Hey, Jared has a headache so I gave him some Motrin’
‘Uh…*shaking my head to clear the cobwebs*..um, how much did you give him?’
‘2?! He only needs 1!’
‘Well, I read the instructions and it said 2 for 12 and older.’
‘Hellooooo….he’s only 11 and is the size of a 6 year old!’
So, I get up and follow the crying to my son’s room where he is rolling around bawling with severe head pain. WTF?!
‘Jared, babe, you need to calm down and relax. Crying and tensing up is going to make it worse. Just relax and let the Motrin kick in.’
But he couldn’t stop and I had already decided he was going to the ER.
We were on the road in 10 minutes. Jared with an ice pack and a puke bag (he was extremely nauseated too). Jimmy stayed home with Leah left with my promise of a phone call if Jared got worse or there was any news at the hospital. Leah was sound asleep…never woke up.
The 15 minute drive was the longest drive EVER. Poor Jared was soooo nauseated and any approaching headlights were excruciating to him.
We finally arrived to a blissfully empty ER. They took Jared into triage as I checked in. By this time, the pain had actually diminished somewhat, but the nausea was still there.
20 minutes later we were in an ER room being checked by a nurse who should’ve been arrested for being that gorgeous at 1 am! But she was beautiful on the inside as well and immediately fell in love with Jared.
Jared’s pain level had reduced to a 2 by the time the Dr actually examined him. Other than a couple of swollen lymph nodes, everything was checking out just fine. They tested him for strep and the flu (still have not gotten the results. As I told Jared ‘no news is good news’)
The Dr was very thorough in not wanting to ‘miss something’ and we discussed the options of MRI or spinal tap.
‘Well, could anything that you would check for with those tests be relieved by the motrin?’
‘No, if was meningitis or bleeding in the brain (loooovely) then the motrin wouldn’t even touch it and he would look a LOT worse’
Alright, so no unnecessary radiation exposure or needles in the spine.
We were sent home with instructions to follow up with Jareds primary Dr and assurance that they would call me if any of the tests came back positive.
So far he is perfectly fine. Other than being tired and cranky yesterday, he has been feeling OK.
You know, the last couple of weeks have been rough on him. The wood I knocked on must have been fake when I said ‘My son NEVER gets sick!’ The flu he had last week really knocked him on his ass. For 7 days. He didn’t know how to handle it. This head pain could very well be remnants of that flu, but this is all new to both of us. I take for granted how healthy my son is and it’s scary to see him in pain.
I refused to allow my mind to wonder on the drive to the ER, but images forced thru my sleep deprived brain. Images of an extended stay in the hospital. Images of uncomfortable or painful tests. Images that stopped my heart.
There is nothing in the world harder than being a parent.