My 5-year-old was complaining of stomach pain, and I was worried and had questions. I asked her how bad the pain was and where it hurt and whether it was getting worse. Being a kindergartner, she couldn’t answer my anxious questions with much clarity.
I was worried about appendicitis. Maybe I’d been conditioned by my early devotion to the children’s book Madeline and her sudden, urgent crisis in the middle of the night. Isn’t appendicitis what all parents worry about when a child complains of stomach pain?
I called my pediatrician’s office and got an after-hours call back. The doctor quickly guessed what was making me fret.
“If you want to check for appendicitis, you can do the jump test,” she said.
When I had my appendicitis I was in so much pain I could barely walk let alone jump. It was Mother’s Day and we went to the zoo. As the day went on I was in such agonizing pain but my mom thought I was faking it so I did not have to spend the day with her. I was offered soda (something I was never allowed as a child) which I refused. When we got home my dad said we were having banana splits for dinner (something else I was never allowed as a child), I said I just wanted to go to bed.
My dad then took me to the er. It has now become a joke in family, have a banana split or go to the er.