It was a quiet afternoon...

When the call came my way,

"Our Sprite isn't feeling quite herself today.

She's refusing to walk and she won't stand up straight,

And when we offered her a snack, she wouldn't touch her plate.

She's now lying on her side and crying out in pain,

And her face is getting red from the emotional strain.

We'd really like it if you would come and have a say."

I shut down my desk, grabbed my purse, and said, "I'm on my way."

As I headed over, I placed a call to John,

And we pondered together over what could have harmed our spawn.*

I hurried through the daycare and rushed into the space,

And immediately zoned in on her flushed little face.

Her teacher sat close by, rubbing circles on her back,

As they sat sequestered from the rest of the toddler pack.

"She's been saying something hurts in her tummy-tum-tum,

And she just won't get up off her bummy-bum-bum." **

We both agreed quite readily that something wasn't right,

This sad whimpering urchin was not our spunky little Sprite.

I knew that I should get her to the doctor really soon,

As I carried my child out into the late afternoon.

I quickly got in touch with the nurse on call,

I took a breath, said a prayer, and then I told her all.

The pain and the crying, her doubled over gait,

Her unwillingness to walk or even move as of late.

And she wouldn't let me feel her stomach, her hands stayed on guard,

But when I snuck a quick touch in, her belly felt quite hard.

I told myself it was nothing as the nurse took quiet stock,

And what she asked me next gave me a small shock.

"Is appendicitis in your family history?"

I paused a bit, and answered yes for my mother and for me. ***

"Well, it could be small, it could be big, I hope you're not too far,

You're going to need to bring her in, but right to the ER."

I kept driving on, passing the street to our house,

As I calmed the child and placed a call to the waiting spouse.

And even though a meal and sleep never looked so inviting,

I knew the night ahead promised to be more exciting.

Well, right now I'm tired, and I'm sure so are you,

So come back tomorrow morning and I'll tell you Part Two. ****

* I mean spawn in the nicest way, but hey! It rhymed!
** Her statement may have been taken a little bit out of context, but the gist is the same.
*** My mom had her appendix removed some years ago and I had an inflamed appendix which they decided not to remove. I didn't think appendicitis was hereditary, but apparently, the nurse thought it was.
**** You have to admit, the poem is running a little long. *****
***** Yeah, I'm a stinker...

Comments

[Jan]

You've been taking lessons from Ginger on how to draw something out, haven't you?

[The Dental Maven]

Well? How's the little Sprite??

[Sammanthia]

SNIFF. Poor Sprite. I hope she's okay!

[mrsbear]

A cliffhanger on a Wednesday? What happened? I need to know. Okay, need is probably a strong word, I'll wait. ;)

[WickedStepMom]

How can you leave us wondering if she is okay?!?! I hope that Sprite is alright. I hope her tummy gets better.

[Kat]

Ack you can't leave us hanging like that!!

[kirst]

Cute rhyme! I know the ending, I know, I know... Can't give it away though (pays to be your friend on facebook ~wink~).

[bessie.viola]

Oh no! I hope that poor little Sprite is okay... I will be refreshing until I hear word!!

[K]

Oh - I hope she is alright.

Making us wait for Part II is just mean.

[mama badger]

See, now we know she turns out ok, since you're blogging in such cute rhyme, but a cliff hanger? That's just not right. It's not fair to make us cyber mom's worry like this... Sending good thought your way, though (even if they are after the fact, I'm sure an extra good thought won't go amiss).

[GreenJello]

Poor little Sprite!

I hope she's alright.

[blissfully caffeinated]

What? No! Don't leave us hanging like that!

I thought maybe she was just constipated until you started driving to the ER.

Hope she's OK.

[GiGi @ Incrementum]

Oh gosh... It wasn't running long! It wasnt! Finish it! Hello? Anyone there?

::clicks reload waiting for second part::

::clicks reload again::

.....

[Lisa]

I am sure she's fine. Ahem....right? Where is the update!

I know she's fine, really, but I want to know the rest! I am sooo impatient. I never string people out. Never! Where did you get this horrible blog dragee outee thingee of yours! Argh! :-)

[Heidi]

NOOO! WANNA KNOW NOW! I want it now! (I also want some wine, but its a bit early for that.)

Oh, I have a new spin, BTW.

[Joanie M]

Oh, just leave us hanging, why dontcha?

[Amy @ The Bitchin' Wives Club]

Brilliant tragic poem! I'm updating the page immediately for the results!!! (Since it has been up for over 24 hours in my browser waiting patiently to be read.)

[Amy @ The Bitchin' Wives Club]

Nooooooooooo!!!!! THE second half isn't up yet. BooooooHoooooHoooooo.

Alright, I'll stop being melodramatic. I hope your little Sprite is OK!

[Casey]

Oh man, that's not fair. I hope all of Sprite's organs are still in tact, I'll stay tuned to find out.

[Jenni Jiggety]

ACK!

I hope it was just gas!

[Kingsmom]

love the post. Hope she is okay. Constipation?

[Stacy (the Random Cool Chick)]

Your rhyming is brilliant and gave me chills...here's hoping poor little Sprite is OK!

[Pseudo]

Oh dear, a cliffhanger. Hope Sprite is alright ; -)