Ken crawled into bed with me early in the morning. “Mommy, I don’t feel good,” he said, rubbing his stomach.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked. I sat up and felt his forehead. He didn’t have a fever but he looked really uncomfortable.
“My tummy really hurts,” Ken whined, rubbing it again.
“Are you going to be sick?” I asked, looking around for the nearest trash can.
“No. It just hurts,” Ken said. He whimpered and started to cry. “I hurt all over.”
“Okay, come here,” I said. I got up and helped Ken into my bed, tucking him in. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a thermometer. I took Ken’s temperature but it was normal.
He didn’t have the flu or anything.
“It really, really hurts,” Ken whined, holding his stomach.
I pulled the blankets back and pulled up Ken’s night shirt. When I touched his stomach lightly, he screamed.
“That hurts!” he yelled.
My mom hurried into the room. “What is going on here?” she asked.