Thursday, March 10, 2016

Sick Kid At Church

Sweet son recovering on the couch.

On Sunday morning, we engaged in our normal pre-church frenzy.  The boys rushed (and some lagged) around pulling on khakis and fussing with "church shirts."  I noticed Collin seemed more somber.     He barely touched his breakfast.  But in my own morning haste, I didn't stop to inquire about Collin's strange mood.

On the way to church, Collin sputtered, "My tummy hurts; I feel sick."

Having a child tell me he doesn't feel right is practically a daily occurrence, especially when he is traveling to an activity that may seem less than appealing.

I tried to talk him out of it.

"You look great," I chirped.

But, I couldn't deny that Collin looked a little pasty.

When we arrived at church, I glanced next to my driver seat at the Sunday paper wrapped in a plastic bag.  A little voice in my head suggested I tuck the plastic bag into my purse.

Thank you God for that plastic bag!

I escorted Collin into the sanctuary.  The worship music began, and he didn't perk with the sound of the instruments and voices.  After the last song, we sat down; the communion trays were passed around the rows.

"I'm going to get sick," Collin whispered.

Again, I tried my best to give him other ideas.

"I really don't think you're going to get sick," I mumbled.

Right then he clutched his side and hunched over.  My reflexes kicked in, and I pulled out the bag.

In the middle of the sanctuary, during communion, my son was vomiting into a plastic newspaper bag.

Here's the good news:  He didn't hit the communion tray!

Here's the bad news:  My communion prayers that the two of us would be teleported out of the church were not answered.

Therefore, I had to walk through the church aisle with my son continuing to vomit into the bag.  A mom version of the walk of shame.  (And to the parishioners around me, I'm sorry.  I imagine the sounds of vomiting did not contribute to reverent communion time.)

Poor Collin spent the rest of the day rotating between rest and sickness.

That evening, he "broke in" our new carpet.  I was kicking myself for bragging to the carpet salesman in December, "We are past having kids get sick on the carpet!"  It made me realize you really are never past that stage when kids are in the house.

On Tuesday, Collin was diagnosed with Strep Throat.  

By Wednesday, he wanted a barbecue grilled cheese sandwich.

I gave it to him, because he wouldn't get sick on our carpet again.  Right?

Sometimes, I feel like I never learn.

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