But my son is definitely taking off years of my life.........................
And yes, this is another ER visit post............I promise we actually have very boring and very normal things occur here almost all the time........however, last night was not one of them!
The hubby was working late and it was past bedtime.......Jammies were on and books were being gathered to read............
And I heard the fall.
I ran the four steps to my room and my son is on the floor and my daughter is just saying sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry...........I scooped him up, I think he was crying, I can't remember........but he immediately convulsed, eyes rolled back in his head and turned from pink to blue to purple.......
I started yelling his name, checked his mouth, tried to blow in his face to get him to catch a breath and then began administiring CPR...........Well, I say I.........It must have been Someone much more powerful than me. I could have never blown breaths into my own son.........
I grabbed my cell phone and called 911, spewing out nothing but my address while I held him and prayed and consoled emme who was sitting next to us, princess nightgown and all, calmly crying.
Together with the operator I did a few more breaths and finally saw his color start to change back to pink............although he still wasn't conscious............I was able to shift from crazy mama to get it together, handle situation and take care of business mama.
And then my sweet son came to and began crying.............As did I.............As did emme............And I finally took a breath.
The 911 operator gave me a second by second location of the emergency vehicles and I sent baby girl to the door to unlock it and I want you to know, that baby girl marched herself down the hall, turned on all the lights, including the front porch and unlocked that door!
The firetruck was here in less than four minutes...............Four very long minutes.............
The 911 operator hung up with me once the fireman got there........They checked him out, calmed me down and gave big sis very high props (And don't worry, brayden wasn't quite well enough to announce to them all that his big sister had pushed him off the bed!!) Ambulance arrived and it was time to get dressed and get to Scottish Rite.
Oh yeh, and it was time to call the hubby and grandaddy since I completely forgot about the home phone and I was on my cell phone with the operator.................Got grandaddy on his way to watch emme and the hubby on his way to meet us at the ER.
Now, back to the ambulance..............The one I sent away..............Because I was very confident I could get us their faster in the old mini van........Remember my other
ambulance ride?? Well, I remembered. And it was hell...............So, damn it, I was doing it myself. I strapped my finally pink but very quiet and tired little boy into his car seat and waved goodbye to grandaddy and emme, in the pouring rain, and off we went.
I turned on the lights inside the van and just sang and chatted to him trying to keep him awake while I maneuvered onto 285. Did I mention it was pouring??? oh yeh, POURING! But onward we went............And then he vomitted..........And I screamed...........tripled my speed...........was completely incoherent on the phone with the hubby and pulled into the ER on two wheels............
NEVER AGAIN, NEVER AGAIN, WILL I TURN DOWN AN AMBULANCE RIDE!!
I scooped him and his FROW UP up and ran inside..........
Again, I will say, there are Angels that work at that hospital.....We got sweet boy cleaned up and checked in and back to a room very quick. And finally heard the hubby's voice coming down the hall...............We moved to yet another room and met the doctor.............As I went over the events, I think the hubby got a clearer picture of just how scary it all really was.........he grew a bit paler..........I know, shocking, cause he's already pretty pale!
They quickly did a CAT scan.........while we waited for the results, Brayden snacked on gatorade and crackers and played cars with his very relieved daddy..........I sat in the chair trying not to vomit myself from the smell that was all over me and pray that all the results came back good. And they did. We were home by midnight............where he slept peacefully..........unlike his daddy and myself.........
After a nice conversation with my pediatrician this morning, we have an appointment with a pediatric neurologist and even a very probable answer to what the hell this is!
Breath Holding spells..............A completely involuntary response to being frightened or scared and he will grow out of it..............Thank heavens.................I have suggested a helmet wearing option until he grows out of it because I am absolutely positive I do not want to do that again. EVER. We'll know more after our appointment but atleast I have something I can spend lots of time googling and researching, haha!!
And don't worry, not only is he back to normal..........I have caught him no less than 10 times attempting to jump on or off of something!! The only things not back to normal? The carseat and myself................God is good...........(But God? I am pretty sure that I believe you are good without all of these ER visits, I'm just sayin......)
Here's a picture from thanksgiving.........
And a special thank you to CiCi for the CPR class she offered at our daycare..........Please learn it.
