Again - all is well

My son went out to hang with the neighborhood crowd yesterday, while I was typing my blog post actually, and came in about ten minutes later not looking the way he did when he left the house. He looked wiped out and was complaining of stomach pain again.

The rest of the night, including through dinner, he was not the same cheerful boy that he was just two hours prior. By ten thirty we had my fabulous sister-in-law who lives two miles from us at our doorstep to care for our girl, while my hubby, my son, and myself trekked to the children's hospital in our state. Our doc had called in our arrival so we were expected in the ER.

We started our drive home with our son at 2:00am - no needles, no blood draws, and a paper copy of his stomach xray in hand. My son was exhausted, but happy ... it was not appendix related. Happy Dance at two in the morning!

My girl was sound asleep in her bed, her aunt had exchanged places with my mother-in-law who was curled up under a sleeping bag on our family room couch. She was thrilled to wake up to see our son giving her a Thank You hug for coming over, before he jetted up to his room.

With three hours of sleep in our head, my hubby chatted with his mom while I drove my girl to school and swung by the local coffee house to bring home breakfast for the three of us. We chatted for a few hours until it was time for my mother-in-law to head to work, and my son woke just in time to see his Grandma again at ten o'clock.

My daughter was happy that my son was "fine" first, and then second she shared how fun it was to hang with her Aunt one-on-one in her jammies in the dark of our family room while they waited for Grandma to arrive. She said, "It was like a girl's party"!! I could see that - both of the kiddo's Aunts are really hip and cool like that. My girl went to bed late, but it was worth it - cozy and mind-occupied until she was sleepy enough to no longer worry.

I think the stress of not knowing can tear up the emotions and add unnecessary drama that can wipe out a family. I am so glad that we decided to stop the internal debates of "Should we go, should we wait", and "How bad is bad enough", and "What's your pain on a scale of 1-10", and "How do you feel now?", and "What does it feel like now", and "Are you in pain", and "Should we go, should we wait", and  ... broken record.

To have answers, to know, is half the mental battle that is great when it is answered and finished! The air has lifted to happy around here, my son has stayed upbeat and like himself all day, the sun was shinning bright to add the lift to our tired day ... Praise God!

So happy again that all is well.

Son - I don't know "the why" of all your medical mysteries, but your insight to your own health has always been key and I hope you embrace your gut (no pun intended) as you continue to grow into an adult. Never be scared of the unknown. Good healthcare is so important, and your bravery, teamwork with doctors, and faith are a great combo. So happy for you that you didn't see one needle - Yay! 
Love you!