I cried out, “Karl, pull over he is having a seizure.”
We pulled the car over on the side of the road and were both at his side and had him out of the car in an instant. He was shaking and shaking and he was unresponsive. It only took a moment to decided to go to the hospital. It was 4:26 when I got back into the car with Lucas in my arms. But we were in Logan, we had no idea where we were going. Karl fought with his phone to try and navigate us to where we were going, but without success.
Karl called 911.
As the operator got on and we were trying to find our way, there, miraculously on our left was a hospital with an emergency sign. I yelled to Karl to turn left, that the hospital was there.
We got to the emergency room and I rushed Lucas in. As I walked through the doors his seizures mercifully stopped. The big clock on the wall said in red number 4:30. He went limp. And was looking blue. Thankfully I could tell he was breathing, but not very well.
I tried to explain what had happened as I got to the reception desk. The woman asked me to calm down. I apologized and gave her my phone number and Luke’s birthday. At this point an ER nurse came and took Lucas with me. We were put into room 5.
They hooked him up to air first. Then monitored him.
With no real answers except they think it is a febrile seizure we were discharged and sent home.
He slept the whole way home. We got home quickly and without incident. And all went to sleep.
This brought tears to my eyes. I was so worried about him all that night and how y'all were dealing with it. Just picturing what y'all were going through just breaks my heart. I am so glad that he is feeling better and recuperating. I love y'all.
I'm glad he's ok! I hate the hospital with little ones, it's terrifying for them and for Mom and Dad!