Saturday, February 04, 2012
Baby I Was Born This Way
“Every time you look at him he’s got this expression on his face like he’s thinking, Watz up!?” another nurse told me, laughing. “We all have a crush on him,” she added.
Today, at four years old, he rules his preschool, stopping in every classroom each morning to high five other teachers. He’s even got nicknames for them like “Big Cat” and they don’t seem to mind. When I pick him up in the afternoon sometimes all the children will be playing freeze dance, and my son is the one with the plastic microphone and headset stomping and spinning like a mini version of Kevin Bacon in Footloose.
This past week I had a little scare that landed us in his pediatrician’s office. My youngest woke up complaining of pain in his stomach and thigh.
“Go to school and if you feel queasy tell your teacher,” I said.
“But I can’t walk so good, Mama,” he told me.
And as I observed him hobble across the room and yell “Ouch!” when I tried to secure him into his car seat, I wondered if the demons, in their seemed determination to flatten me emotionally this year had sent another case of appendicitis . (My oldest had an appendectomy and subsequent infection in the fall.)
But the doctor said no, thank God.
“It’s toxic synovitis,” he decided, matter-of-factly.
“What the hell is that?!” I shrieked.
“It’s a swelling of the hip joints that can result from a stomach virus … It’s common in little boys his age and should go away on its own, but I want to check him again tomorrow morning,” said the doctor, who added, “You can take a deep breath and calm down. There will be no appendectomy today Mrs. Christie.”
Then the little patient chimed in.
“Just go to calm-down-dot-com, Mom, to learn more about how to calm down,” my little wise guy said, shrugging and high fiving the doctor, who, turning out of the preschooler’s view, mouthed the words, “Mrs. Christie, I’m praying for you.”
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