Popcorn, cookies and halloween candy pumpkins

I've never really blogged before (Wednesday, September 17, 2008). I don't know if this will even work. But, after some friends have said its theraputic and they can keep up on Matthew's daily events, I figured why not. So after a long day, I'm eating my dinner of pop corn, cookie's from the neighbor girl and candy pumpkin's, here I am.

Today is a good day to start blogging. It was eventful. At 400 AM, we woke up to the sounds of Matthew throwing up, except he wasn't throwing up. He was having a bad seizure. Usually when he has them, they are short, lasting a few minutes and he gets very angry. This time he was as stiff as a board. He was foaming at the mouth. His little tongue was sticking out and he was struggling to breath. Chris and I tried to snap him out of it. It didn't work. I looked at the clock, it said 415. My clock is 10 minutes fast. I noted that if he was still unresponsive/stiff at 420, I would call 911.

It's ironic, I have dreams about calling 911 and I'm unable. Maybe the numbers will fall off the phone or I get put on hold for hours. Thankfully, this was not like my dreams. I think the operator answered after 2 rings. My voice was trembling; I knew I had to hold it together. I started to choke up, but I managed to say that my 8 month old (close Marcy, not quite 9 yet) was having a seizure that he was not able to get out of. I said he had a history of them, she asked more questions and said she dispatched Fire and Medics.

It's true what they say; it was the longest 4 minutes. It seriously felt like 20 minutes. I rounded up the three curious cats and stuck them in the laundry room. I brushed my teeth and put on a bra. I turned on all the lights in the house. I thought it would help them find my house...it was so dark out and they don't have working street lights here (reason 13 why I LOVE Pensacola).

When the firemen arrived, they immediately starting giving Matt 02. He was no longer stiff, but he was not responsive. I surprised myself, I held it together. I've called 911 and had Medics/Fire on site when I worked in Phoenix in the psych clinic. It was like that, except it was a baby, not a psychotic, threatening, hallucinating man. Then I heard the EMT say, "Call the Medivac in". They asked me what hospital and we chose the hospital that his Pediatric Neurologist works.

I've already said this, but I was kinda disappointed that I didn't get to go in the helicopter. The EMT tried, but I was denied. They might have thought I'd be a hysterical mother. Who knows? I'm sure they had their reasons. The reason why he was Medivac'd was because the hospital is a 30 min drive.

Okay, so the hospital. Matthew was hooked up to monitors when we got there. He was a little fussy, but he was doing well. I'm actually kinda of glad that I didn't see them putting the IV in his arm. It's a helpless feeling.

5 hours later we were given the option of admitting Matt or going to his Pediatrician Neuro upstairs in the clinic. We opted to go see his Dr.

The Dr didn't change his meds. He said that he had basically a Grand Mal seizure. He said the seizures that Matthew have are "not typical". Most people, who have seizures, are unconscious, stiff and foam at the mouth (from what I understand). I don't think one is worse than the other, but this one was defiantly scary.

We're home now. I'm sitting next to my burnt popcorn talking to my friends online and texting. We're going to look into taking Matthew to Chicago Children's Hospital for a 2nd opinion. We trust our Dr, but it's the most helpless feeling in the world to watch a child go through something that seems unfair.