Fragile
19 October 2009
We had a bit of a scare a few weeks ago. I was asleep on Lucy's floor by her bed, and I woke up to her dry heaving, shivering, and having a hard time focusing. We thought maybe she had the flu or was possibly having increased cranial pressure. I got dressed and drove her to Phoenix Children's Hospital. She was able to converse with me in the car, but right when we got to the hospital, she became unresponsive and started losing the color in her face and turning blue. As soon as they saw her in the ER, they were calling for doctors and nurses to come. They told me to lay her down and take off her dress. i was expecting her to freak out and cry, but she didn't. She was just lying there while they took blood, started an IV, and started her on oxygen (her O2 sats were in the 70s).
It turns out that she was having a seizure. It was terrifying. I was suprisingly calm because I knew that they needed her medical history, and I knew that I needed to focus and give them as much information as I could so they would know how to help her. They gave her medication to stop the seizure and she responded very well to just one dose. An MRI showed no increased pressure in her brain, and her EEG showed no epileptic activity. She did have a fever afterwards at the hospital, so we are hoping that was the trigger and this won't be something that happens very frequently, if ever again.
This seriously threw me off my game. It made me feel fragile, like this thing--these people--that I love so much can just break without warning. It was a rude reminder that we are not invincible, that in an instant it could all change or be taken away, that every moment with my sweet babies is truly a gift. You would think I would know this by now. I guess I have known this, but it is easier to operate under the assumption that there are countless tomorrows. The thought of something happening to her is just more than I can handle, and I can handle a lot. It is incredible how much I love my these tiny people. They somehow are part of me, and I imagine I would not exist without them.
So, in addition to vowing to be a better mom and live more in the moment, we have had to make some changes around here. We bought a video monitor for nap time, and one of us always sleeps with her at night. We haven't figured out an ideal sleeping solution yet (at the moment Steve is asleep on her floor like he is most nights), but we are making it work. I am terrified to leave her alone for more than a few minutes. Every time I walk back into a room, I think to myself, "Please don't be laying lifeless on the floor." Happy thought, huh?
So far we have not had another incident. We are so thankful for that. I know that the Lord is active in our lives and that he made sure I was in her room that morning. I feel certain that I would not have heard her if I hadn't been, and I would not have checked on her for hours. I am unbelievable grateful, and I sing "You Are My Sunshine" to the girls before bed as more of a plea now...please don't take my sunshine away.
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