I miss the days of little ones needing MaMa… My kids are nearly 13 & 15… my “little” boy is nearing 6 feet tall, and sure he can do it all… but occasionally he needs his MaMa… Today when I woke him up he said he didn’t feel well. As a mom, I always feel like I need to challenge that to make sure it’s not about missing something at school ~ like a test or homework not done etc. (yes, a little projection here from when I was young…lol). So the next step is, find the thermometer…the 15 year old thermometer, which decided it no longer wants the responsibility of telling me the truth… Yes, it died. Hmmm, well, I am a mom, so I use my hand and decide, “Yes, you have a fever”. MaMa knows these things.
So the next step is to look into his very sore throat… Always wondering if I’ll see those dreaded white spots that you hear about. Well darn it if I can’t find a working flash light. Oh wait! I know where one is… taped to Jack’s new airsoft rifle! Yes, taped to it.. with serious duct tape…ugh… Ok, well, “open wide” I say while pointing a rifle at his face! We both laugh, and I say, “I hope I don’t accidentally shoot you!” more laughter, then a serious grimace… from both of us. Him, because it hurts to laugh, me because I see fire red down that throat.
So the next step is to call the Dr. We love our doctor but hardly ever see her except for our yearly check ups. Thankfully, I have some very healthy kids. The doctor asked if he had a fever and I tell her according to MaMa’s Hand, yes he does. She quickly confirms this. (My hands know what they know 🙂 ) She then tells him, “you know the drill”, and we both are like.. “what???”. I tell her we have never had a strep test before, and she is shocked! Apparently this is highly unusual. Most kids get tested for this regularly… Again, I am thankful we do not have to do this often, b/c the poor kid nearly tosses his cookies upon swab. (I nearly did too! nothing worst than gagging sounds!)
After it is confirmed that yes, he does have strep, she asks if he wants the shot or the antibiotics… What? a shot? I am nodding yes as he is shaking his head – no way! I ask for more details and learn that a shot is a one time thing (in the booty~more head shaking no from the boy) or a 10 days round of antibiotics twice a day!!! Uh, shot please!!! He’s horrified! I told him it’s the best option, but I’m not sure he’s buying it. The nurse then comes in and to his relief, says he can have the shot in his thigh – phew! He thinks. 20 minutes later we are released to go home.
So now we are driving the 8 minutes back home and he tells me he thinks he’s going to be sick! “Do I have a bag???” yikes! I swerve off the road and quickly put the car in park. He throws the door open and didn’t even unbuckle his seat belt as he hangs out the door vomiting. My poor little boy! Then I notice bright red blood! OH MY GOODNESS! I think he’s throwing up blood, that can’t be good.. but thankfully, it’s just a bloody nose. This little guy can’t catch a break! So as we are driving home, I look for a bag for him for the rest of the ride.. The only one I have is a pretty pink Victoria’s Secret bag.. SO girly! Aha! I stick it in an orange Nike box~to ‘man it up’ some 🙂 Thankfully, we didn’t need it and I get him home to bed.
It’s amazing how a big, tall, strong boy looks so tiny in bed when he’s sick. And the best part of all of this, is I get to be his MaMa and take care of him for a little while longer. When I looked back over my day, I thought how sometimes Mom needs to use any means necessary to take care of her kiddos. Today, I certainly did that! First my hand-ometer, then the flash-gun, then the sporty-barf bag… I don’t care how it needs to be done, when my kids need me, I’m going to make it work! The things we do for our little sweet peas! Hope you get a giggle out of the funniness of a hard day… off to make a smoothie for my little guy!