I Called 911 on Tuesday, What Did You Do?

Tuesday morning, my son woke up with an upset stomach. No fever, no vomiting, just a couple of bouts of diarrhea. At 7:20, I dropped his sisters at school and came back to take him to middle school.When I came in he said he REALLY didn’t feel well. The mommy bells in my head were going off so I told him to lay down on the couch and rest with me. I set my alarm and decided we would see how he felt at 8. At 7:53 he started kicking me and I thought he was having a bad dream so I touched his leg lightly and said his name…he didn’t respond. I stood up and saw my son on his back seizing; arms and legs pulled into his body, eyes rolled back in his head and what sounded like gasping. I rolled him on his side and got my phone to call 911. All I could think was “Dear Lord, Please DO NOT take my baby today.”

It is by the grace of God that I was able to recite my name, address and phone number to the 911 operator. I was shaking uncontrollably. It was about that time when he stopped seizing and lay there completely unresponsive – with his eyes open. “OH GOD HE’S NOT RESPONDING!!” I shrieked. The operator calmly asked, “Amy, is he breathing? Is his chest moving?” Yes, he was breathing. She talked me through the worst of it; reassuring me as I locked up the dogs and cleared the way for a stretcher to get through the house to him. he was motionless for about 5-6 minutes when the firefighters arrived.

He wasn’t lucid until they had him loaded on the stretcher. He saw my face and looked very worried. The face quickly changed when they asked him where he was – he looked like he thought they were crazy for asking him if he knew his own living room.

In the ER, all his tests (CAT scan, blood work, etc…) looked good. Wednesday he went to see his pediatrician who referred us to a neurologist for an EEG and ruined his life by telling him he was not allowed to play in his first baseball game of the season that night. She cleared him for all activities by this weekend except television, video games, swimming and baths.

Apparently, it is not unusual for adolescents and children to suffer a first time seizure. “Each year, 120,000 children seek medical attention because of a first or newly diagnosed seizure. Of such children, approximately 37,000 develop recurring seizures or epilepsy. Many first seizures result from an event such as trauma, hypoglycemia, or a high fever. Such provoked seizures might recur whenever the precipitating situation is present, but they generally do not require long-term treatment.” (http://www.gillettechildrens.org/fileUpload/Vol15No2.pdf)

I would have liked to know this, so I am sharing my horrifying experience with you. File this away in the back of your mind, parents: If your child has a seizure, clear the area, turn them on their side, time the seizure, and do not put anything in their mouth (My son bit his tongue). You will FREAK OUT and that is okay.

I will be praying for my babies, your babies and all of you tonight.

Give Peace a Chance

Today was the day, the United States woke with an answer to the question: “Who will be our leader for the next four years?” and the answer is Barack Obama. Prior to today, I have been able to avoid most of the negative campaigns, Facebook rants and water cooler discussions. I was shocked to see the sheer hatred spewed on social media and actually had to unfriend one or two who posted some inexcusable comments. I have been praying (after a hot minute of plotting their misfortune followed by a good long meditation session) for the people who were so saddened by the choice this nation has made and our leaders who are the perpetual targets of their hate.

This opened up an opportunity for thankfulness. I am thankful that I have such wonderful friends that todays activity was shocking to me. Thankful that I have a support system (husband and family) to “vent” my own frustrations. Thankful that I have a system of wellness to handle stress (big love for Bergamot today). Thankful to be part of a community eager for wellness options, actively sharing healthy choices and natural coping mechanisms.

I give thanks for you, for reading this blog and commenting. For sharing your knowledge and enlightening me. Thank you for liking my Facebook page and for following me on twitter. Your support means the world to me and I pray that I will be able to make a difference for you.

Cheet Happens

Urbandictionary.com defines “cheet” as the orange dust that coats your fingers and lips after eating cheetos, cheesy puffs, or any crunchy cheesy snack. Today for some reason, I decided to grab Doritos as my healthy lunch (rare) while running out the door to drive back to work. I enjoyed my Doritos with zeal (word of the day) while driving and finished just as I pulled into the parking lot at work. While snuffing in the bag like a pig to get the last few chippy crumbs, some of the cheet and crumbs fell down my shirt collecting in the bottom of my bra. If any of you have experienced cheet in the bra, you know it is incredibly uncomfortable (seriously, call the CDC, this should be a condition). So…as I was digging the cheet out of my bra in a most unflattering manner, I looked up and realized the front window of my car was in perfect view of the top floor windows of my workplace. In my mind I saw the entire accounts receivable department pointing and laughing.

No one saw me (as far as I know) and maybe someone did. If so, I promise you they got a really good laugh (physical comedy is so fun).

Cheet happens. I could have skulked into the building and run to my desk but honestly, no harm was done. Much like cheet, traffic jams, rude people and negative energy sometimes get stuck on me. I hope to get rid of that nastiness just as effectively…no matter who sees.