There is nothing in the world worse than seeing your baby hurt. Nothing.
Wednesdays are Braeden's day to go "up da mountain" to spend the afternoon with Grannie & Peepop until time for church. He played hard all afternoon, and when I met them at services last night, he was unusually lethargic and quiet. He even curled up in Peepop's lap and went to sleep - something he just doesn't ever do. I decided I would take him home early, and by the time I pulled in the driveway, he was in tears from a headache.
Naturally, the clinics were all closed for the night, so I called Jeff at school and he said to go on to the ER. By the time I got there Bebo was nauseated and couldn't quit crying. He said he had a "brain freeze" headache - like when you eat ice cream too fast, only it wouldn't go away. After two and a half hours, a doctor finally came in to see him. (Oh, and don't get me started on the receptioninst. I asked her for a pillow for Bebo, and she said she'd have to get one from the back room - and then went back to reading her book. I have never been so infuriated in all my life!)
But I digress. Turns out Bebo was having a migraine. The light was hurting him so much that we just sat in a dark room with him and tried to get him to go to sleep. The really bad part was when they had to draw blood. NOT a pleasant experience for mommies and daddies. :(
He's okay this morning, although it was 3am before they finally came home. Once I knew he would be okay, I came on home so I could work today - made me feel like I deserved the Bad Mommy of the Year award for leaving, but Jeff insisted there wasn't anything I could do anyway.
Ugh. I am so ready to get on with the nursing program thing already! I felt so woefully inadequate last night.
Now that the boy-child is okay, I have some serious studying to do to catch up with for this test - if I can stay awake....