So Wednesday morning, Little J had a strange falling/fainting episode where he turned pasty white and did a face plant on the carpet. He came to right away, and other than crying and being a little upset for a few minutes, bounced back to his normal self pretty quickly. I should also add in here that I passed out pretty regularly as a kid, which always added some entertainment value to those long Palm Sunday masses and school assemblies. No one really made that big a deal out of it other than to hand me a glass of orange juice and prop me back up.
So I (for once) remained relatively calm about the whole incident and even sent Little J off to preschool. I casually mentioned the episode to a few people who gave me horrified looks and said "You ARE going to call the doctor, right?". I started rethinking my calm position and dialed my pediatrician's nurse, Carla. Carla is great at putting things into perspective and never makes me feel stupid...even the time when we were new to solid foods and I rushed Little J into the office insisting that there was blood in his stools only to find out it was undigested tomato peel. But I digress. So when nurse Carla calmly suggested that I bring him in first thing the next morning, I started to get a little concerned.
So we spend yesterday morning at the pediatrician's office doing a very thorough exam, taking Little J's blood pressure in a variety of positions (which he thought was hysterical), and setting up appointments for a bunch of -ologists. We will be having a sleep deprived EEG on Monday morning...doesn't that sound like fun? Anything sleep deprived and a three year old has got to be a great experience.
So, basically, I am now sufficiently freaked out about the whole thing and very grateful for any prayers, positive vibes, or any good thoughts you would be so kind as to send our way!!
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