I'm going to do this in at least 2 different posts maybe more, because there's a lot to this seemingly never ending story. So here it begins. These past two weeks has been very difficult, scary and exhausting. Saturday (4/05/14) or if you want to get technical, Sunday (4/06/14) at around 1 a.m. I woke up to the strangest yelp/scream coming from Lilly. I jumped out of bed and threw open her bedroom door to find her- what I thought was sleeping. Her back was facing me so I couldn't see her face. I was just going to turn around and go back to bed but I had this feeling that I needed to check her out more thoroughly. I walked over to her saw her eyes halfway open and she made this sort of spitting noise. I grabbed her, called for Chris and he threw on the lights and saw she was completely blue!
I thought she was choking, maybe from throwing up or something to that effect. So I ran to my phone and called 911.Chris had her on his lap in the living room trying to get her to breathe but her teeth were clinched so tight. There was this moment while I was telling the 911 operator Lilly's info and when I had gotten to her date of birth (that night was 4/6 her birthday is 4/10) this realization came over me like a tidal wave: I literally thought for absolutely sure that this was the last time I'd see my sweet baby girl alive. I thought she wasn't gonna make to her third birthday in 4 days. This was it. We we're losing her.
I was hysterical. I wish I had been more calm, but I'm just being honest. I was terrified.
The paramedics arrived very quickly and she started breathing again and the blue color that took over her body was slowly fading away to a pale sightly pinkish tone. By then she was in my arms again and we were trying to get her to open her eyes or cry or talk. I just remember thinking do something Lilly, please, anything! . Finally she just started crying! It took what it seemed like an eternity for her to open her eyes. Then they asked her if she knew who was holding her. A sweet scared and hoarse voice muttered "mommy".
It was the sweetest thing I've ever heard and it had me sobbing. The medics decided it seemed as if she'd had a seizure and that she needed to be taken to the hospital. I carried her to the ambulance and Chris and Leah followed behind us. During the ride to Primary's she was returning to the Lilly I knew, asking questions about where we were going and where her daddy and sister were.
When we got to the hospital they asked Lilly if they could help her off the stretcher and onto the bed. She promptly told them in her feisty Lilly way, but still polite enough "No, I will do it by myself! " . They really got a kick out of that. Our brother in law, Brandon was sweet enough to come all the way up there to take Leah to his house. Lilly seemed to be doing fine and then out of nowhere she just vomited. They gave her a stuffed piggy and a nice green and white polka dot blanket. I'm gonna back track a bit: when the medics had taken her temp, it was a very low grade fever of 99.0 . She hadn't been sick at all. She was absolutely fine and dandy that whole day-- that whole week!
The reason I mention that is because the Dr told us she thought it may have been a febrile seizure. She did say that it was odd that her temp was that low since febrile seizures typically start at least at 102°. Hers was 99°. She told us to make an appointment with the Neurological fast track clinic asap and sent us on our way.
I'll be posting the rest later.
