On Friday, I got a call from the daycare. Charlie had been kind of off that morning, but it wasn't enough for me to take off work (and let's be honest, if I called off every time I was cranky, I would never be at work...). The teachers there knew this, and had called me concerned. She hadn't eaten anything that day, which is not all that unusual given that she is a toddler and they possess a magical ability to extract nutrients from air. What was concerning was that when she woke from her nap, she was shaking uncontrollably. Not like seizure shaking; like she was shivering. No temp, nothing to explain it. Then she could not get off her cot or pick up her goldfish crackers. Concerning, no? I called the doc and they said to go ahead and take her to the ER.
Now, Elizabeth and Alexis, I have been to the ER a grand total of two times between the two of them. This will make Charlie's third visit. WTF, child? She is a train wreck, health wise. Hell, before she was a year old she already had had four different specialists involved in her life.
I can tell when the child is not feeling well, though. Mostly because she isn't smiling sweetly at you while toying with the blade of the knife she keeps strapped to her ankle or throwing her toys around in a rage because you dared to suggest to her that maybe it isn't a good idea that she stick that metal hanger into the light socket. She also tends to be more cuddly. Now that I miss from her being an infant. She would just snuggle into the center of your chest and look up at you and smile. Now she will look up at you and smile, but once she figured out the key to mobility the snuggles dropped off.
She is feeling better now. She started to have diarrhea, and the diagnosis was that it was caused by a bacteria. The shaking was mild dehydration and low blood sugar from not eating. Few doses of an antibiotic and the BRAT diet and she has bounced back. She still is not 100% though. Today, we were up in her room and she was sitting naked next to me doing puzzles (don't judge; I was picking my battles and clothing was not one I wanted to. That or I'm a lazy and inattentive parent). She then just snuggled onto my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck for a hug. This is not something that she does spontaneously.
I kinda miss the days when it didn't take an emergency for her to want me. When I picked her up at the daycare, the first words out of her mouth were, "Mama, I couldn't get off my cot." I think it truly scared her. Little Miss Independent she has always been. I am so grateful, though, that even though she thinks she is grown, she still feels that she can come to me when she is scared or sick.
Even if she would be totally my first choice for backup in a bar fight.