2 o'clock in the morning and I was awaken by the shout of "MOM".
I answer, "WHAT!?!" not even knowing who said it.
Nothing...
I fall back to sleep.
More frantic, shrill and blood curdling, "MOM!!!"
I am awake now! Who is killing my child!? I realize now that little brother is screaming. I also realize that I have just screamed "WHAT?!" at full volume. I also see 13 asleep on my floor, I don't know why and I just hope I don't step on him.
Now sobbing little brother at full scream, "LEG CRAMPS!!!"
As I have so many times before, I stumble over 13 into the kitchen for IBprophin and a plastic glass, lid and straw. I don't want him to spill even though he is 9. I give him the medicine and go back to bed.
"MOM," I need an ice pack for my leg!" I make trip two to the kitchen for the ice pack. I hand him the ice pack, he is still sobbing. I don't know what else to do! I ask, "Is there anything else I can do?" No answer. I walk to my room and shut my door. Curl around my pillow and stretch to relax.
"MOM," cried little brother, "I need an ice pack for my other leg!"
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