Yesterday in the middle of mass, The Girl, who sings in the contemporary choir with her Dad, passed out. Two of the choir members got The Boy and me from the pew and immediately took him so I could tend to my daughter. She is fine now and turns out one of my son’s playmates from the church’s preschool has a father AND uncle, both doctors who happened to be there. We got her to the back hallway lying down when she came too, and she is fine now. We think it has to do with a virus that’s been going around the family, as DH felt lightheaded and like he was going to faint later in the day.
She never hit her head (other people in the choir caught her) and she was acting completely normal later in the day (even harrassing me because her lunch wasn’t ready fast enough). It’s just that as a mom, I keep replaying the scary parts in my head and thinking of all the things it could have been!
She went to school today and is leaving school with the bowling team at 12:30 and won’t be home until 8:30 pm. Yes, her father and I are worried, but realistically I know we don’t have anything to worry about.
Just, I need some spiritual help to get through today until I see her again.
Oh, and my son has an appointment with an audiologist today. I’m not worried about that, but it’s there.