Wednesday, 30 January 2013
After dinner (which he didn't eat) he still seemed warm so I went to fill up a syringe of baby advil. As I walked into the living room, he was sitting on his daddy's lap when the seizure started. He shook back and forth, and could not catch his breath. His eyes were open but not in focus, and soon his lips turned blue. A million thoughts went through my mind, but quickly I realized we needed to call 911. Now. By the time I was dispatched through to a paramedic, he'd started breathing again and was sleeping. The paramedic kept repeating to me that this can be a normal occurrence in children under six years of age. While it's extremely scary to witness, it does not have long-term effects.
I am so incredibly thankful to the wonderful first responders who showed up at our house within minutes. They took complete control of the situation, and made us feel comforted in the fact that our baby was receiving the best care he could be. Soren was stripped to his diaper, and cold rags were pressed onto his hot body. He let out a cry, for which I was so, so, happy to hear. A decision was made for me to ride to the hospital with him in the ambulance, while Tyler would follow behind.
By the time we arrived at the hospital our baby was slowly acting more like himself. He was calling out for 'Money', 'Daddy', and 'blanket'. We spoke with several doctors who thoroughly examined him and told us we were safe to take him home.
The last 24 hours have been tough. It's unlikely he will have another febrile seizure, yet we sit in fear that it will happen again. His fever has been up and down, and we are anxiously taking his temperature every hour. To go from having a glass of wine in hand, to watching your baby stop breathing, to seeing 10 paramedics in your living room is crazy. There are no words. We continue to cuddle and kiss him every minute of the day, while we hope that this sickness passes quickly.