Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Drama with a Capital D
I gave her bowl of Cocoa Pebbles, hoping to boost her blood sugar. It helped a little, but then she came back to my room and was complaining again. Because we had a scare with Diabetes Type 1 last year (she was misdiagnosed as having it), we have a tester kit here at the house. I decided to take her sugar reading. It was 86. No problems. But then I realized that it was an hour after she had eaten all that sugar, and it probably should have read in the 100s. So I thought that I had solved the mystery: hypoglycemia.
I went ahead and gave her some Ibuprofen for her headache, and fed her some animal crackers. Well, both of those remedies worked, and she came bounding out of my room, eyes all aglow and ready to attack the day. I chalked it up to low blood sugar.
Until this afternoon.
The older two went outside to play during the Monkey's nap. I heard someone come in, and then leave. About one minute later, the phone rings. I looked at the caller ID, and saw that it was our cell phone. At first, I thought it was Ace, but then I remembered that he didn't take the phone with him. So I knew it was one of the kids.
It was Queen.
Mommy .... can you come out here.
Where ARE you?
What is wrong?
I'm not feeling well at all.
Thinking I would go out and find her laid out on the couch, I went to the living room. No Queen. Still on the phone with her, and carrying a trash can ... just in case ... I asked her where she was again.
So I go out in the backyard, and sure enough, with her back up against the garage, sits Queen with the cell phone in her hand.
What is wrong?
When I walk, I can't walk a straight line. I am all wobbly again, and not feeling well.
Well, ok. But who got the cell phone for you to call me.
Ok. You walked INTO the house (albeit in a "not straight" way), grabbed the cell phone, came BACK outside, sat down on the patio, and called me to tell me something you could have told me from the couch?
Once she was back inside and on the loveseat, I looked at her and said ...
A little melodramatic, don't you think?
And she agreed.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
When the Door Man was about 2 1/2 years old, a...