The sky is rumbling, all god and his angels rolling balls down the celestial alleys, the weather radar looks like the world is about to change, coming in from the west, air still as no-breath.
Yep. We're about to get it. We've had so much rain that I'm not sure we won't float entirely away on this one. I'm not complaining. I feel snug right where I am and I don't have to be anywhere until three this afternoon.
We had that hair appointment for Lily and the boys and me at one but that's been canceled due to a stomach bug that hit Owen last night hard. Lily texted me when they got home from Jacksonville and said, "Owen just puked. Great."
We attributed it to the long day, driving all the way to Jacksonville and back, visiting the great grandparents, going to the zoo. Then at eleven, she texted me, "Are you awake?"
"Barely," I answered. I had just put my book down, was reaching for my wrist brace (sexy image there, right?).
"Can you call me?"
And of course I was up and out of the bed and calling her before she could probably catch her breath and as soon as she answered I could hear Owen in a true, agonized panic in the background.
"Help me, help me!" he was screaming. "It hurts, it hurts!" And then, "Take me to the doctor!"
He was having lower abdominal pain and had been puking again and you don't mess around when there's that sort of pain and so we agreed that she'd take Owen into the ER and that Glen and I would drive in to town to stay with Gibson so Jason could go be with Lily and his hurty-boy.
When we got to their house, I made the executive decision that I would go with Jason and we were in his car and on our way in seconds. "A milestone," I told him. "Your first trip to the Emergency Room with your child."
When we got there, Owen had been triaged and was drowsing on his mama. "Does your tummy still hurt?" I asked him, brushing his head with a kiss.
"No," he said.
And that's probably when we should have walked out but you know how that goes. He already had on the bracelet.
Jason's brother and sister-in-law and their child had a stomach bug last week and Owen was exposed and he wasn't running a fever and his color looked good and I did my quick and very professional nursing assessment for appendicitis by poking him gently in the lower right quadrant of his little boy belly. "Does that hurt?" I asked him.
"No," he said again.
"It's not appendicitis," I said confidently.
So we waited and we waited and the little baby next to us had the croup and finally we got taken to an exam room and we waited and we waited and Owen woke up to puke again but fell asleep afterwards and a nurse came in and asked questions and then we waited and we waited and the PA came in and asked questions and poked his little boy belly in the lower right quadrant and asked him if that hurt and he said, "No," and she listened to his bowel sounds and checked his ears and throat and said that she felt it was indeed a virus, not appendicitis and that he should drink a little Gatorade and if he could keep that down we could go home.
I was like, "But...if it's a stomach virus, he's going to throw that up." I mean, not only am I freaking nurse but I'm a mommy. We all know how these things go.
But they brought the Gatorade and he drank about two molecules of it and that was fine and in a little while he wanted water so I got him some ice water and he wanted to drink it ALL, he kept saying, but we cautioned him to take tiny sips and he kept that down until the clerk came in to do the discharge paperwork by which time he was throwing up the water but she didn't care and we bolted out of there like wild horses in front of forest fire and it was 3 a.m.
I drove Mr. Moon home because I was awake and alert and he was half awake and not very alert and we drove through the early morning hours and came home and got in our bed and we fell asleep and I haven't heard anything from Lily this morning so I hope they are all sleeping and that Gibson isn't puking now too.
And now the rain has come, it is battering the earth and the trees are throwing their leaves off frantically in the wind and the bowling alley has moved in closer to my head and it's as dark as just-after-dusk and it's suddenly chilly.
No walk today, but maybe a nap later.
May we all be safe, may we all be well. May we all be grateful when the storms that will inevitably come, pass and leave us whole.