Lately Rachel has been complaining of stomachaches; they hit her at unexpected moments, like when she's playing at Ivy's house, or about to eat dinner, or when I pick her up from school. This weekend I sat her down at the dining room table after I insisted that she eat a late lunch/snack, and asked her carefully, "Is anything worrying you?" (kid's stomachaches are often a sign of stress).
"No," she answered, and I knew she was telling the truth.
"Are you upset about something?" I persisted.
"No," she said.
Last night she got a fearsome one while she was in the midst of EATING dinner. It got so bad that she lay down on the couch and started crying in pain. I lay down next to her, cuddled her in my arms and we both fell asleep. Drew finally carried her upstairs, read a book to her and put her to sleep.
He was browsing through the Dr. Spock book and saw that kid stomachaches can be a sign of them growing, which means they're hungry, which means we should be feeding Rachel more food. So this morning he packed an extra banana and yogurt pretzels for a late afternoon snack. She ate them up, along with her lunch, and she devoured half her steak and some challah for dessert. And no more complaints about stomachaches!
I felt like such an idiot for not realizing she needed more food.
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