Am I wrong? I mean, I could be wrong. I hope I'm wrong. Migraines suck and I don't think my eight-year old has enough stress in his life to be experiencing migraines.
This morning, Kaleb woke me up with his quiet crying. I woke up Kurtis and asked him to go find out why he was crying (What? It was practically time for him to wake up and get ready for work anyway). Kaleb said his head hurt really bad. Sometimes that happens (and let's face it, with him any pain is really bad pain -he just doesn't deal well with it). I asked him if he wanted to eat something so he could have some ibuprofen. He doesn't like to take medicine. It's a battle that sometimes isn't worth fighting. I figured this was one of those times.
Then after about an hour of being in my bed with me, he threw up. After he threw up, he said he felt fine and got dressed for the day. Things seemed normal again. Then, about an hour later, he threw up again. And then said he felt fine again, and asked to play Angry Birds on my phone. He hasn't thrown up since and says his headache is gone. I even finally got him to eat something. He's even fighting with his brothers like nothing ever happened. That's the part I can live without.
Well, we will have to see if this is a one time occurrence or if it becomes something chronic. I hope not. I hate doctors. They always treat me like I'm crazy, or as though they are some sort of superior being here to look down upon me rather than help me.