
Jalen has a friend from his old school that he barely ever sees. She is a sweet little girl, and he really has only seen her one time since last May.
So, she invited Jalen to her birthday party, and it's a big deal. Jalen could barely sleep for the past three days, he has been so excited to go to this party and to see Lauren.
So, Friday he had a headache, woke up not doing great, but couple hours later he's fine. Today he wakes up through the night a few times, and in the morning again a bad headache and fever. So I know, okay he's fighting something. cold, flu, sinis pressure, something. So I do all my home remedies and we decide he definitely can't go to his basketball game this morning, so he's a little bummed, but he's okay with it.
10:30am, I call Lauren's home and tell them that Jalen can't come to the party.
10:35am, I tell Jalen what I just did.
10:35-10:45am, Jalen cries and cries and hugs me tight. (I cry too, boy it broke my heart)
So he rests all morning and about, noon, he jumps up and is feeling great! He gets dressed, starts helping with chores, eats 2 pieces of toast. No headache, no fever, I think, gee my home remedies sure work great!
1:00pm, we are getting ready to go to Cameron's basketball game, and Jalen seems fine, so I start thinking okay you can go to the party. But I think well take a few more vitamins just to keep you strong. But he doesn't want to take them, (cause he already took stuff early that day). But, me, I'm determined, I say - "if you want to go to the party you take this", so he gags it down.
1:05pm, we are half out the door, Jalen says "I feel funny...." 5 seconds later he is in front of the toilet throwing up all those wonderful vitamins I forced him to take!
1:07pm, he says, "I feel great, can I go to the party?"
1:08-1:15pm, I clean up the bathroom, pray about what to do, and decide how to tell Jalen.
1:15 - Sit down with Jalen and tell him, no he can't go to the party, even though you feel okay, you are sick and you don't want to get your friends sick.
1:15-1:25pm, Jalen cries again, I hold again, he is extremely sad, and I think to myself, 'what will it be like when he has to miss something like a Prom or a major sports game or a big concert when he's older.'
He continues to ask and almost beg for the next hour. I consistently say, I'm sorry you can't go. Such a bummer. I don't have sick kids very often, but when they are it's not fun.