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He carries the Nason fainting gene...

Had an incident this morning where Bryn pitched a Poke-ball at Luey and split his lip (Luey kind of had it coming, for having been pushing Bryn around, but was obviously in a lot of distress)... So, I get a wet flannel for him to press against his barely bleeding lip and he has that on for about 15 minutes and then is standing in front of the fire place, and suddenly he falls forward and lands on his face on the floor.

At first I thought he'd tripped over his own foot, but then looking at the position of his arms down by his side as he lay on the floor bawling, I realised he hadn't even attempted to break his fall, so he must have passed out...

Like the wonderfully compassionate mumma that I am, I burst out laughing...

Yes, that's right - shame on me...

The thing is, I recognised that he'd inherited the "post cut involuntary shock" syndrome that has affect my dad and myself all our lives. It's completely involuntary and has nothing to do with being afraid of the sight of our own blood (though mum always seems to think it's about that, LOL), because it's happened to me when I didn't even know I'd cut myself and was bleeding, and I don't pass out every month during menses, if you know what I mean...

Poor bugger, I had to get his dad, because I couldn't wipe the grin of my face...

I told him, it's ok, because it happens to grandad Michael and to mum sometimes too, and it's just our body making sure we don't bleed to death (from major arterial damage like a split lip, or forcing an earring through a nearly closed hole, as happened to me once)...

I'll have to let the school know that this can happen now, because there is a danger that he might get a small cut or graze and have this delayed reaction and pitching down a flight of stairs...

Isn't it fantastic which genes nature decides to pass on to our off-spring???

Comments

Stitch Sista said…
Wow, I never heard of that before!!! Is there a name for the condition? Poor Luey! Hope he has recovered ok. (Oh and the laughing...yeah sometimes I get the giggles when the 4 yo is chucking a major wobbly. I reckon it's a coping mechanism ;))
Amanda O. said…
Oh dear... I hate to admit, I'd probably have laughed as well. Poor Luey! LOL It's interesting the weird little quirks they inherit though, La has my weird inability to drink without inhailing a bit and coughing. It's perpetually followed by, "you're not a fish dear... you can't breathe water" from Nic! Hardy har har.. ;-p

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