Oh, the drama!

I don't know what is going on with little miss Sophia lately, but she's been keeping our lives interesting. This afternoon we decided spur of the moment to go into town after we picked up the boys from school and have dinner at Texas Roadhouse. This is a restaurant choice typically saved for (parents only) date night, because of the prices, but today we thought it would be fun to go as a family for something special. We all immediately indulged in the delicious rolls and sweet butter, those of you familiar with Texas Roadhouse know what I'm talking about. Well, as Sophie was about halfway through her second roll, she started crying and saying her throat felt funny. I took her into the bathroom, as I thought maybe she was going to throw up (see previous post). She didn't, but just kept saying her throat hurt and felt funny. After several minutes in the bathroom, with no resolution to her dilemma, we returned to the table. She continued to cry, seemingly with intermittent pain flushing over her, so back to the restroom we went. Once there, she just kept repeating, "Mom, what's happening to me? I just want to know what wrong with me!" We again went back to the table, and the process repeated a couple more times before we asked for some boxes, took our food, and drove as quickly as we could to the emergency room. As dramatic and animated as Sophie can be at times, we'd never seen her this way and it was kind of frightening. Once at the ER, she continued with the same complaints, and said it was hurting in her chest. After an examination by the doctor, it was determined that she didn't have anything lodged in her throat, she tested negative for strep, and the only other possibility that they could come up with was an allergic reaction of some kind. She was given Motrin and Benadryl, and finally after about an hour, she was feeling better. While we were sitting in the exam room, waiting for the doctor to come back, she turned to me and said: "Mom, maybe Jesus is sleeping and he doesn't know he needs to fix me. Maybe you could tell him to wake up so he can help the doctor figure out what's wrong with my throat!"
When we got home, she went right to sleep. I hope she's better tomorrow, or she'll miss ANOTHER day of Kindergarten!