"Beware of fainting-fits..." -Mansfield Park

Ah yes, fainting-fits....this is a matter I never would have thought I'd be blogging about ( even though I didn't think about writing about it. But even if I had thought about it, I didn't think I would, make sense?)......but anyways, we certainly don't know what providence may bring our conventional way.

The kids are sick.......yet again (just over a few weeks ago of throwing-up, coughing, hacking, and well, knocking them right from underneath their well-being, so to speak. Which I might add took soooo long to get back).


It was early yesterday morning, but seemed earlier due to the total lack of sleep a mother gets when 7 out of 7 children are sick( or whatever your whole fraction is). You know, that kind of early.

I trudged to the bathroom....While in the bathroom I hear a fragile voice from without. I believed it to be Julia ( it could have been frosty-the-snowman for all I knew in my jumbled, incoherent state).

Then I heard a rather unsettled, no, phobic Julia say, "I'm blind!!!! I'm blind!!!" (now, those who know Julia, know how lively she is, how colorful her expressions are). So I responded, "You're not blind. It's okay." (thinking she couldn't see for reason of the light she was entering into).
Seconds later, as I was washing my hands, I hear a thud in the hallway. At lightning speed ( b/c you know all of us "super-mom's" have that capability) I found myself huntched down to a shakey, pile of a girl frantically saying, "I can't see you, Mom!" I got right infront of her face (you know, the you're-in-my-space kind of close). Her eyes were huge,totally unfocused, and trying to find anything of which to fix them on. I quivered, yet firmly said, "I'm right here. Can you see my hand?" I asked as I placed it right infront of her nose. Again, she could not. I told her to grab around my neck and that I'd move her back to the couch from whence she staggered. She mumbled something and with that we gathered what strength we had to pull/push her limp body upward. You could tell she was trying to muster any strength she had,which was at this point, a mere move of the legs. Then, with no other warning, I felt her legs collapse right from underneath her. Down she went.

Being unnerved, I calmly AND fearfully called for Murray. He ran out of the room with a quizzical look on his face. I had told him she fainted. I called him just for nerve support I guess, knowing he couldn't pick her up b/c of the surgery he had just gone through three weeks prior.

I gathered her up in my arms. I remember looking at her face and she seemed to be fast asleep but it was different than that. I got her over to the recliner and laid her down sideways. I was shocked that I was that calm ( b/c one never knows how they are going to react in a scary situation). I just continued holding her in my arms as I was leaning over her, rocking her, and I think just trying to talk to her to comfort her when she came to. Then I hear this sweet, little, frail voice, "Am I on the couch now?" My heart soared.......And as she awoke from her fainting-spell I awoke from my heart's fainting-spell. And I reassuringly said to her, "Yes, you're on the recliner now."

I know fainting isn't really that big of deal, but it sure caught me by surprise. Julia does get dizzy when she is sick......but I never imagined it would lead to fainting.

Anyways......she now has a fainting-fit to talk about.
(and hopefully she won't use it to her advantage in future sicknesses on her parents. :P Although now we are aware of the likelihood of such an event and a reminder from Mom as to what to do if this problem shows up in the future).