Notes From the Trailerhood

Shelby woke up this morning complaining of sharp pains in her stomach.  I just assumed that she probably had to go to the bathroom, so I suggested getting up and getting breakfast.  I assured her once she was moving, she would be fine.

I never heard anymore until 20 minutes after I picked her up from school. It started to bother her again.  Within a few minutes, she is in tears from the pain.  I ask all the usual questions…When was the last time you pooped? Is it a hot pain, dull ache, or sharp stab? Do you feel like you are going to throw up?

Since her answers were…an hour ago, sharp stab, and no…I was perplexed.  I called the doctor and talked to a nurse.  The nurse was also perplexed and had me bring her right in.

We see the doctor and he begins to ask questions and examine her.  The pain was not in one particular part, there was no fever, and she was not naseous.  The doctor even seemed flumexed.  He told me all the warning signs of an appendicitis and was told to call immediately if any one of those occur.

We get ready to leave and Shelby says, “Ugh…it’s going to suck to do sit-ups tomorrow in gym.”

What!?!

The doc and I both start asking her if she did sit-ups in gym on Monday and how many.  She replied with 20.  He then asked if she normally does sit-ups or crunches.  She said no.  The doc looks at me and says that 6-minute abs will do it every time.

So we rushed to the doctor scared to death something was wrong and it turns out that it’s just because some one got a decent work out that she wasn’t used to.  You can imagine the eye rolling that occurred after that.

At least it wasn’t as awful as the time she was three and woke up screaming and crying with stomach pain.  After calling the doctor, we ended up in the emergency room.  All the docs and nurses couldn’t figure out what was going on.  After a couple hours and returning from a CAT scan, my sweet 3-year-old lets out the loudest juiciest fart we had ever heard.  Then she told us she felt better. Stupid gas!