SIKE...

So my mom watches P on Monday for me. Yesterday she called and said that he was really upset and she could not calm him down. This was around 3:45 that afternoon. So I rushed out of work and over to her house to see what was wrong. When I got there he was pretty upset, at times hysterical. I went down the list with my mom as to what could be the matter...the night before he had bumped his head pretty bad and he had woken up twice in the middle of the night screaming. He had fell earlier that day and busted his lip open. He was very clingy to my mom at Little Gym and did not want to interact with anyone (totally unlike him since Little Gym = CRACK for him), Andy had a stomach virus last week that P nor I have come down with (yet)...so there were a number of different things that were running through our heads as to what could be wrong.

I called the doctor after I was unable to calm him down after about 30 minutes and they said to come on in. We loaded P up in my car and raced over there. The car ride set him off even more. When I say hysterical...I mean hysterical. Never have I heard this child cry like this before. With 4:30 traffic, the rain storm to end all rain storms, and P so upset, it was a very stressful drive to the doctor.

When we got there, we rushed up to the waiting room. I was confident that the large fish tank might calm him down, but nothing at this point was working. I am sure the FULL waiting room was wondering what in the world had happened to us. He was screaming so hard that they finally took us back to a private room in the back while we waited for our doctors room to open up.

Have I mentioned P is still hysterical. At this point he is trashing back in forth and his front tooth is bleeding. We finally get to our room and Andy gets there, but between Andy, my mom, and I we still can't get him to calm down.

FINALLY about an hour and 20 minutes after all this had started he settles down. The doctor comes in, checks him out, and determines that nothing (that he can tell) is wrong. The only thing we can think of is that when he fell earlier that day he hit his tooth and had some trauma to it and it was hurting him pretty bad.

So we get him a sticker...and he his happy as a lark all the way home. Go figure...

Scared Mommy and Noni to DEATH though.

here is a pic of P (after he had calmed down looking at the nice doctor man)



And THAT my friends is how you end a Monday!!