Stop Justifying My Actions

Justification

After work I drove to pick up my son at preschool. I crept around the corner so I could peek on what he was doing. He normally would be playing with toys or moving things around class. But today, he was just sitting by himself. His hair was disheveled and he was looking out of sorts. When I show myself, he normally drops everything and comes running. He would barrel through like Bo Jackson. Thankfully he’s gotten very good at weaving around his classmates.

Today he lethargically walked over and signaled to be carried. Just before, he was motioning to his teacher and pointing to his mouth. His teacher said he’s not feeling well. He ate everything but keeps pointing at his mouth. I assumed he bit his tongue or something was caught in his teeth.

As I picked him up he quickly put his head on my shoulder. I walked a few steps and told him to say goodbye to his teacher. He threw up on my shirt. I dashed for the bathroom and he threw up again. There was no food, just water. I strapped him in his car seat and quickly drove home. He sipped his chocolate soy milk and seemed better than before. He was a little pale. Yesterday he was out later than normal after visiting grandma. I assumed he was over exhausted. As we neared home, he fell asleep. I stopped at our community park under some shade.

A friend, who is a parenting veteran of two, called to catch up. I told him about my ailing son and shared my theory of his over exhaustion. He chuckled, “I don’t think being overly tired would make your son throw up. I think he caught some kind of bug.” I quickly reassessed my thought process.

He slept really late last night. He ate everything but looked very tired. Whenever I get sick, a good nap usually help me recover in no time. I’ll just apply the same remedy in this case.

My friend listed things to watch out for. Take his temperature to make sure he doesn’t have a fever. When he wakes up make sure he drinks lots of liquids as he is probably dehydrated. I countered that I already felt his forehead and he didn’t feel hot. I thanked him for the reminders and took my son home.

After an hour nap, he popped back up. I measured his temperature and he clocked in at 97.6. I gave him some juice to hydrate him and before long he was demanding food for dinner. He tore through his grilled chicken breast. He and his appetite were back to normal.

Although I dodged a bullet here, I need to adjust my flawed thinking. While my son was napping earlier, I didn’t want to think the worst. My overly optimistic self closed my mind off to other possibilities. I never considered a virus or food poisoning because I so wanted my own tried and true remedy of getting rest to work. Finally, I need to improve my attention to detail. I almost forgot about my thermometer at home as I relied on my hand on forehead technique. I failed to consider checking for chapped lips to gauge dehydration. I need to discard my head in the sand mindset because my son’s life depends on it.

For more information on toddler vomitting, please visit

Vomiting | BabyCenter

Nausea and Vomiting, Age 11 and Younger-Topic Overview – WebMD

Vomiting – KidsHealth

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