And then his nose started to drip. . .
And he sounded a little hoarse. . .
And at 3:30 AM he was awake with a slight fever.
So I put him in bed with us. It was a long night.
Saturday morning we decided to keep the weekend low-key so Mac could hopefully feel better faster. We went to the grocery store.
And I started to feel this weird intermittent pain on my right side just below my rib cage. It wasn’t a pain from the “inside” but more on the “outside.”
I started to obsess. My liver is over there.
What if I’m going into some kinda’ systemic organ shut down?
What if I have cancer?
What if I have some weird genetic disorder that you only see on the Discovery Channel?
I quietly checked myself for jaundice about 15 times. I looked pretty haggard but not the least bit yellow.
For good measure I poked myself in the stomach a few times over the course of the next few hours. . .No obvious tumors.
What’s causing that pain? I understand everyone dies. . .I’d just rather not die today.
I was beginning to fear a trip to the doctor.
But before I could get on WebMD and make myself completely insane, I had to get dressed for church. And that’s when I noticed multiple little bruises all over that part of my body.
Teeny little blue and purple spots – exactly the size of Mac’s toes!
Imagine how happy I was to realize the kid was kicking me in my sleep!
In case you were wondering, Mac’s still not 100% but seems a tad better. And yes, Saturday night I was very careful not to let the little bruiser kick me.
I can only handle one imaginary life threatening illness every 24 hours.