About this photo: This week's Thematic Photographic theme is kids. Got a kid-like pic to share? No matter how remotely related it is to the theme, I hope you'll head on over here and join the TP party.Our youngest son, Noah, has spent a lot of time hanging out at home this week. Not by choice, mind you. He's been running a fever since Monday, and since he absolutely must follow the most treasured traditions of our little family - we run very hot when we're sick - he's routinely topped 104 and even touched 105. I guess you're not a parent unless your kid scares you now and again.
When his temp wouldn't come down on Tuesday night, I loaded him into the wondervan and drove through the rainy darkness to the ER. (Note to G-d: I know it was Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. I know I did A Bad Thing by driving on this High Holy Day. But I've always been taught that health takes precedence over holidays. And even if it doesn't, he's my kid. Revoke my membership if you must.)
Typical Noah, he chattered all the way down and charmed the pants off of the triage nurses and doctors when we finally got there. I guess they were relieved to treat a sweet kid in blue jammies who politely answered their questions through huge blue eyes.
He hung out in a bed just a couple of curtains down from the bed where his older brother's broken leg (see here, here and here for more) had been treated just little over a year ago. And after a while, when the friendly doc said it was probably some sort of infection and discharged him, he picked up his blankie, said goodbye to the docs and nurses, grabbed my hand and walked with me back into the damp night. Another adventure for a little man who probably just wanted to be at home, in bed, healthy and comfy.
We kept him home from school today, and tomorrow's a likely sick day, too, while I try to get him back to our family doc for something hopefully more definitive than "some sort of infection." No parent ever wishes for a child to be sick, of course, but I'll quietly admit to liking this unplanned time with him just a little. It's another chapter in his life that I'll remember in technicolor as he continues his rush toward adulthood. I hope he'll remember our grand adventure to the ER, too, and smile at the memory as well.
Your turn: Making sick folks - of any age or size - feel better. Please discuss.