It started like any other day; normal, uneventful, and perfectly routine. I was right in the middle of a meeting with the Deputy Proprietor of my school, listening, contributing, and probably pretending to look more relaxed than I actually felt. Then, my phone rang. It was my wife. She never calls during meetings unless it’s something serious. And her tone confirmed my worst fear:
You need to come home now. Our son can’t walk.
Wait, what? My mind froze. Just this morning, the little man had been up and about, laughing, running around, doing his usual energetic morning dance. How could he suddenly not walk? My wife’s voice echoed again in my head as I made a quick excuse and dashed out of the meeting. I don’t remember much of that drive, but I swear I made it home in record time.
When I arrived, I found him sitting on the floor, crying softly. His eyes told a story of pain I couldn’t understand. Our neighbor, who had been looking after him, explained that he had been standing awkwardly for a while and suddenly started screaming. That’s when the panic really kicked in.
Could this be connected to the fever he had just recovered from a few days ago? His temperature had shot up to 37.8°C, high enough to make any parent uneasy. We had to bring it down with medication, an injection, and cold towel mopping. Thankfully, he got better, or so we thought.
The muscle relaxant recommended to guard against future occurrences.
But now, here we were again. I knelt beside him and started gently massaging his leg.
Where does it hurt?
I asked, and he pointed weakly. The muscles in his calf felt tight, almost like a knot had formed beneath the skin. As I continued to massage, I noticed him relax bit by bit. After a few minutes, I encouraged him to stand. He hesitated, but eventually got up. His steps were shaky at first, but he managed. Then, almost miraculously, he started walking; limping, yes, but walking nonetheless.
We took him home, and within minutes, my little superhero was back to chasing his brothers around. Kids, right? One moment, they’re crying their hearts out; the next, they’re sprinting like nothing ever happened.
Still, my mind wouldn’t rest. Could it really just be a muscle pull, or was it something more serious: nerve-related, maybe? Was it linked to the injection he got days earlier? The thoughts wouldn’t stop swirling.
Later that evening, on my way back from the office, I stopped at a local pharmacy. I narrated the whole incident to the pharmacist, half-expecting him to panic like I did. But he didn’t. He listened calmly, smiled, and said:
Sounds like a muscle spasm. Nothing to worry about.
Then he handed me a muscle relaxant shown in the image above (Orphésic), to be taken once daily at night for ten days. He also suggested using an embrocation for gentle massages.
By the time I got home, my son was laughing, jumping, and playing like nothing had ever gone wrong. Relief washed over me like cool water on a hot day. Yet, deep inside, a tiny voice still whispered: What if it happens again?
That’s the thing about being a parent. You celebrate the little recoveries but never stop worrying. The phrase “muscle pull” sounds so harmless, almost casual, but when it happens to your child, it feels like the world has tilted off its axis.
I’m grateful he’s okay now. Really grateful. When it comes to kids, even the smallest signs deserve attention. Sometimes it’s just a muscle pull. Sometimes it’s more. But either way, you don’t take chances.
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The good thing about it all is that it was just a scare and thank God he was able to walk. Muscle spasms are often caused by sudden and very abrupt movements.
Being a parent is a lifelong responsibility, and we will always be worried about even the smallest thing that happens to or involves our children. Let's continue to be there for them when they need us. Best wishes! 🥰🤗
It was a scare for us, because we've never experienced such a thing. Thank God, like you said.
Thanks for the insightful comment.
Any small sign of pain in our kids can shake our whole world. I’m so glad your little one is okay now. Kids are strong and surprising, but the worry never truly leaves us. Parenting is full of moments like this - scary, emotional and full of gratitude when everything turns out fine.