So today was something else.
I was out in the garage and heard a glass break in the kitchen. Peyton starts screaming, “Carter! Carter! Carter!” I run in to find Carter on the floor curled in a full seizure. His muscles were all tensed as he was rhythmically shaking and making the worst noise. He was ashen, turning blue and was sweating all over. I handed my phone to Peyton and told him to call 911 as I turned Carter on his side and held his head from hitting anything. We couldn’t get through to 911! My phone took three tries until it connected. I had Peyton run to the neighbor’s because I was afraid it wouldn’t connect at all. Finally, it rang and I was able to start shouting my address and beg them to hurry. While I was on the phone with 911 my neighbor ran over on the phone with 911 herself. I had her take my kids to her house because I didn’t want them to see anymore than they already had. By that point Carter had stopped seizing, had lost consciousness and was foaming at the mouth. There has only been one time I’ve ever been so afraid- the night of Abby’s life flight.
Six first responders were there within minutes. They were so great. So compassionate. So calm. They told me everything as it was going to happen and made sure my other kids were okay.
Carter regained consciousness in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. He has two big bumps on his head. The brain scan and labs came back clean. They can’t tell us if he had the seizure first and then fell and hit his head or fell and hit his head and had a seizure. Carter’s pretty foggy on the whole thing.
We’re home now and Carter is tired and sore but okay. Peyton is processing- he had to see the worst of it. Casey said, “I thought he was possessed!” I’m so grateful that we live close to services and Lance’s work and for great friends and neighbors who did everything they could to help. The sweet neighbor that saved the day came and brought us dinner, as soon as we pulled up from the hospital. People are good. I am tired.
amen
I'll second that!
My mimosa + your orange juice = CHEERS!!!!
It's funny 'cause it's true. I try to suppress that base desire every year… Happy Mother's Day anyway!
LOVE IT! And so true!
Can you tell my child that?
Haha…Agreed!
Amen!
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How about….Mother's Day:The one day I shouldn't have to spend with my kids.Mother's Day:The one day my mom shouldn't be dead.Mother's Day;The one day that should be a week.Mother's Day:The one day that….oh blasted where did I put my antideppresents.Mother's Day:The one day that….wait what was I saying?Mother's Day:The one day that should be every month….like fast Sunday. Only without the fasting.
Yeah, as soon as I finished my breakfast in bed the kids looked at me and said, "Get up, your day is over. Now I want chicken nuggets."
I SECOND that! 🙂 happy mothers day to you!