This week has been an emotional rollercoaster. On Tuesday I took the boy to the doctor because he was having a lot of pain in his left leg. I had taken him in the week before due to a sinus condition and cough, but now I'm worried that somehow it's all tied together.
Mind you, I'm operating on less sleep than I'm used to having - I have been waking with JH in the middle of the night, helping him through bouts of coughing, administering medicine, reading poetry aloud to help ease him back to sleep, and then laying there wide awake trying to untie the worry knot in my brain.
Monday afternoon I got a note from his teacher saying that he was getting a leadership award, and that's when he also mentioned that his left leg was hurting. So Tuesday, after I managed to get out of work for an hour for the awards assembly, I brought him home, went back to work, and took him to the doctor when I got off work. They did an ultrasound on his leg, did blood tests, which he was very, very brave about. He was SO scared to have the blood test. His eyes welled up when they told him, and he was embarrassed. When the ultrasound tech had finished (after an hour and half, due to the fact that he has more than the normal amount of veins in his leg (something he thought was pretty cool!), she left the room to find the radiologist. The whole building was quiet - it was after hours by then - Joe-Henry told me he was ashamed that he cried and wasn't brave.
I told him that courage had nothing to do with tears. The bravest, strongest people cry. Tears are cleansing, healing things, and that there is nothing shameful about them. Putting on a brave face doesn't mean not feeling things. It means facing things through tears sometimes.
I had to leave work early today to pick him up at school again. His leg is hurting, a bit higher today, which scares me. We see the doctor at 1:30 and the ultrasound tech at 3:00.
I am doing my best to keep MY brave face on. To be his support and to keep my emotions in check. But if the tears flow, I'll try to remember the words I spoke to the bravest kid I know.
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Hugs and prayers coming both of your ways. And sometimes? Taking your own advice is *really* hard, but it is good advice.
Sending out positive thoughts for all of you!
thinking of you and j-h...hopefully if the last u/sound was ok this one will be too..keep us posted? xx
I send love and good thoughts too. I think what you said to Joe-Henry is so true. Crying is for people who are able to feel their emotions and they are very brave. Definitely keep us posted.
Thinking of you guys; it's so hard when our little guys want to be brave, and then we feel the need to be brave, too. ((hugs))
Hoping all is okay and you get some answers! Much love to you and your little guy.
You tell that sweet boy of yours that his friend Brody screams like a banshee when he gets shots or blood drawn. And he's crying the whole time he's screaming. So really, no biggy JH. All the cool kids do it... :)
What a week you have had! I hope that this weekend brings some pain-free, worry-free, peace and relaxation to the McQ. house.
Love you guys.
ah sweetie I'm wireless for another week and woefully behind on my blogs with all the moving about -- so sorry I missed this earlier -- holding you all in my heart dear girl.
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