I’ve posted this story before, but left out the worst part (in my mind) of it. About three (maybe four) years ago, my then five-year-old son stopped smiling normally. He would smile with half his mouth – like a cartoon. I was mildly annoyed at first, but didn’t really say much. I might’ve asked him to smile normally, but then let it go. I figured he would get tired of it and go back to his normal smile that lit up his whole face.
The next day he was still smiling like that and I was getting more annoyed. I remember that we were swimming and he wanted to do something (stay in longer, jump off the ladder, I really don’t remember). He smiled that half smile when he asked. I told him he could if he would smile normally. He smiled again…the same half smile. I was beyond annoyed and told him no, it was time to get out. He was upset, but he got out. I’m pretty sure I reminded him several times that it was his fault – if he had just smiled normally. I don’t remember if he told me he couldn’t smile or not. I just remember being upset with him (it seems so trivial looking back).
That evening, John noticed that his face wasn’t right. He asked our son to smile – half smile. Then he asked him to wink. He winked one eye, but couldn’t wink the other. Now, that was strange! I can only wink one eye, but my son loves to show me how he can wink both eyes. My husband (who instead of getting mad, looked for other reasons – I’m so thankful for that!) asked him to shut his eyes tight. He couldn’t. One eye would squeeze tight shut, but the other one would just barely close. Now, instead of being annoyed, I felt terrible. There really was something wrong and I never knew it! Instead of asking questions, I was sure I knew what was wrong (don’t moms know it all??).
While I apologized to our son, my husband quickly searched the internet for a reason and came up with Bell’s Palsy. It sounded scary. The next day I called our pediatrician and they got him in that day. She agreed with our diagnosis and said that it should clear up by itself. Frequently they don’t find a cause, but just to be safe she wanted to test him for Lyme disease. Oh my poor child! First I hadn’t believed him and now he was going to need bloodwork. I tried to shield him from that – we had to go to the hospital, but I was really hoping he wouldn’t realize why we were there. Nope! All of my kids had been with me to the hospital on various occasions and they knew that Mommy always got bloodwork there. My five-year-old very quickly figured out that was why he was there too. I’m pretty sure the whole hospital heard him! He was inconsolable, but fortunately there were no lines so everything went quickly. The nurses were so nice to him and somehow managed to get blood from a kicking and screaming little boy. A couple days later we had the diagnosis – Lyme disease from a tick bite. The cure was simple – a 21 day course of antibiotics. Since we had caught it early there would be no lasting effects. The Bell’s Palsy cleared up within days of starting the antibiotics.
My guilt took a lot longer to clear up and I’m still not sure it has. He remembers when Mommy didn’t believe him. Every now and then, from out of the blue, he’ll ask if I remember. Oh yes, I do!
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