Grace woke up the day after I took Sarah to the Doctor, complaining of acute chest pain. I usually know when my kids are sick, their coughs keep me up at night. I hadn’t heard a peep from her roon, quite close to ours. I agreed to let her stay home for the day.
I had to teach a few classes so left her home. I got a call from her begging me to sub out my yoga and to get her to the Doctor. She is not one to want to go to the Doctor so I obliged, subbed the class, made and appointment and raced home to pick up Grace.
She was pale and very quiet. If there was any doubt before, I was certain now that she needed to see the Doc.
Our pediatrician spent a sizeable amount of time listening to Grace’s chest and back. She listened to her lungs and heart, each enough times to cause some concern. She then looked in her eyes, ears, mouth and nose. quietly she put all of her instruments down and with two fingers pressed on an area about an inch from Grace’s armpit.
Grace, all five feet and seven inches of her, almost threw her Doctor across the room. The source of pain had been located. Little miss sunshine had sore muscles. Turns out she has been doing push ups and crunches a few times a day to increase her strength. Grace out her head down and a small smile crept onto her face.
Turns out, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. She too had been google searching her pain. She missed the diagnosis target by a mile. She thought one of the following (and in no particular order):
We left giggling and decided to celebrate with a lunch out. She asked me not to tell anyone. She must have known that wouldn’t happen!