Blind

I was innocently sitting at work yesterday when my very intense siren ring, reserved for Wm, went off. It was 11am. Weird. So I answer and Wm says, "I can't see out of my left eye and I can't breathe." Not the best kind of phone call to get from your kid. With some pointed questions, I discovered that he COULD see, but his vision was weird. He was seeing flashing lights and it was kind of blurry. And, based on his description of the breathing, he was panicking. Not dying. Or blind.

So I went over and picked him up from school and took him home. On the drive, I grilled him. Long story short, he started to get visual flashing and weird auras. Then he thought he was going blind, so he panicked and couldn't catch his breath. Then, some jaw pain and a headache started. This all sounded very familiar. I told him, "Welcome to puberty - I think you're having your first migraine. They run in the family." I have been lucky enough to avoid them, but Mimi and Uncle Drew both suffer from them. Mimi said her first was at 12, as well!

I got Wm home, dosed him with Motrin (which didn't really help), and told him to go take a nap. A few hours later, the headache was starting to fade and he was feeling better. By dinnertime, he was back to normal. He tried bopping around, but then was like, "that was a mistake," so it was a quiet night for Migraine Pete!

Wm decided fresh air would help him feel better, once he was on the mend. So he came with me to take Flip to the park and just sat quietly in the shade. I even let him ride in the front seat!

First front seat ride ever!

All of his tween evilness was completely gone. Not that I want him to have migraines, but it did seem to remind him that he actually needs some parenting once in a while - and my role is not solely to force apples on him, enforce bedtimes, and limit screens. So, he couldn't have been sweeter or more agreeable all evening. He even emailed his teachers from the classes he missed and got all the work he needed so he could go back on top of things.  Then, at dusk, I said I was going to take the dog for a walk. Wm was like, "I want to come!" Which has seriously never happened.

To end on a funny note, I took a video of him playing tuggies with Flip and then we were watching it (I'm not allowed to post it since he was in his vundervears) and Wm goes, "oh my god...my legs are so bone-y!" Ha!