Today started like so many other days, although a few of my kiddos decided to sleep in a bit. Not entirely abnormal, I wasn’t surprised when Ethan said, shortly after 10am that he hadn’t eaten breakfast. He came in from saying hello to his neighborhood friends, hopped up on the counter and drank from the faucet as if it were a drinking fountain.
Here our day turned into anything but normal.
Ethan cried out that he had a sharp pain and I instantly knew something was really wrong. Just as I made it to him, he collapsed in my arms. Had I not made it to him in time, or shrugged off his cry – like I have so many times, knowing he wasn’t really hurt – he would have fallen to the floor from the counter top. But, as he fell into my arms, he began to shake, his eyes rolled around in his head, and he was drenched with sweat.
Calling for Zach and Julia’s help, I carried Ethan to a chair and dialed 911, informing them that my son had just had a seizure. They sent help.
After an exam from the EMT, I was urged to get Ethan to the emergency room for brain scans. Actually, they wanted to take him in an ambulance, but I had no one here to stay with my kiddos yet, so I waited for my amazing friend, Mindy, and drove him myself. All the way to the hospital I prayed for my oldest son, and begged for God’s mercy. It is the scariest thing to not know what is going on with your child or whether or not it will happen again, but to trust in the Great Physician is so very comforting!
Ethan had test after test – EKG, CT, blood, urine – show everything as “normal.”
Doctor and nurse said there was no explanation and sent us home with information on what to do if Ethan had more abdominal pain or fainting spells, totally discounting a seizure. I just have to say, as Ethan’s mom, I know what I saw.
While we are very thankful that Ethan appears to be fine now, he still seems a bit out of sorts. I just have a feeling something isn’t right. God, how I pray I’m wrong. While we are both hoping this was an isolated event, I am taking Ethan to see his pediatrician tomorrow, and Ray insists on finding a pediatric neurologist who can see him.
This afternoon, Ethan looked at me and sighed, “Wow, it was kinda stressful today.”