Today I have so much to be thankful for. So much that makes my life full. Family, friendship from all of you but especially one little boy who has given us quite a scare.
My husband went to wake Little Buddy up on Tuesday to find him, in what we would later learn to be a massive seizure. My husband, I am not sure how, did what he was supposed to do, swept his mouth for an object, tried to get the potential object dislodged, and called 911. He ran my boy out to the ambulance before they had time to stop. They rushed him to the hospital with my husband in a panic driving behind. I was far away at work when I got the call. Let me tell you that 40 minute drive was done in record time, all speeding laws broken and thankfully I was still aware to drive safely.
I arrived to see my boy hooked up to everything imaginable and completely unconscious. They had stabilized him, given him x-rays, a CAT scan and blood tests. When another critical care ambulance became available they transferred us to the Children's Hospital. His medical foster father met us in the ambulance bay, he used to work at the hospital so had the whole team on high alert. More and more tests were given, more and more doctors were talked to, and finally it was determined his shunt was not the issue. At this point we still do not know what the exact issue is. He finally roused at about 5:30 in the evening. His little body had been through so much, a massive, massive seizure that lasted hours, medications that make you drowsy, tests. and more tests.
We spent a very restless night in the hospital with Little Buddy's head wrapped in an EEG, he looked a bit like a mummy. Neither of us got any sleep. We were finally allowed to come home late, late in the afternoon when my little one finally fell asleep in his own bed for several hours. And last night, and for many nights to come he will be sleeping in my room. As the seizure occurred while sleeping he can't be trusted for a while.
He is now on medication, we have many appointments to attend to try to find out why this happened. But for now I am going to just be thankful that my little one is home and regaining his funny personality, his strength and his sense of humor. For me, I slept like a rock last night but it is hitting me today. I am good in a crisis, you won't meet anyone better at keeping a level head, but once it is over watch out. That is when I fall apart. Today will be about resting, knitting, enjoying that all of my boys are home. Eating a wonderful dinner surrounded by people I love. Wishing other family members were here with us. Being thankful for all of those people in Little One's life that drop everything to be there for him, his aunts and uncle near and far, and his medical foster family they love him so much. My sister who put the word out on her blog so those of you who pray could send a prayer to Little Buddy, and who stayed near the phone for two days just in case I got the chance to check in. Our neighbors and of course our family. Mr.19 arrived home, fed Max and drove down to the hospital to see his brother. Mr.23 got home as scheduled last night and picked up his smelly, sticky, tired brother and hugged the stuffing out of him. Celebrating all that I have and that includes all of you. Happy Thanksgiving.