Eyes focused and locked to the left, head slightly jerking. “Mommy? Daddy? Where are you? MOMMY, I CAN’T SEE! As he continued to speak his speech slurred, and his words unrecognizable. My heart stopped, I panicked but calmly said “I’m right here, can you hear me?” “Mommy, Mommy, I can hear you, but I can’t see you! My son said as he began to wave his hands in the air, searching for us to be able to touch and know we were there. My husbands face said it all , and although in most situations he is calm, I could tell this time was different he was as scared as I was! He quickly picked our son up and ran to the car. In my mind, I couldn’t think, but I wondered is my son having a stroke. In the car on the ride to the hospital up the street, I spoke calmly to my son while holding him…
Just minutes before we were at Chuck E Cheese celebrating his birthday, shooting basketballs into the hoop, collecting tickets, eating pizza, and posing for pictures! Just minutes before we were laughing and smiling! Just minutes before we were all okay!
Now we were rushing our son into the hospital straight into the emergency department. I stood in fear as I explained what brought us in, and then a tug on my jacket…”Mommy, I don’t feel so good; I feel like I’m gonna throw up” and he did.
My husband was finally in after parking the car. Minutes later we’re in the room waiting for the doctor to come in.
In my mind I’m replaying the day, trying to figure out what happened, what was going on! Hours before we were in that exact hospital, just a few floors up; in the office at his yearly examine with his primary doctor. He was a healthy 8yr. old boy “Healthy”, his doctor had checked him thoroughly, he had been growing perfectly! A few hours before he was FINE… now here we were, with no clue, no clue what was going on!
Nurses, doctors, technicians in and out of the room, tests being ran, blood being drawn. Sitting there confused, scared…pleading with God! Finally after what seemed like a lifetime, the doctor comes in after speaking with P’nut’s primary doctor “He has a concussion, these are his instructions for discharge…”the night before P’nut and his younger brother had been playing in the living room on the wood floor, they had sleeping bags down and in one swoop, P’nut had hit the ground his brother fell on top of his head, causing it to bang onto the ground; for a moment it caused him to cry but he got back up and played. When I called his doctor office they said since he was moving around all was fine, and he would be checked out first thing during his appointment.
On this very date three years ago what we didn’t know was that; that one moment that we witnessed…was actually a seizure, and more than that; what we didn’t realize was that one single moment was getting ready to change our lives forever!
….TO BE CONTINUED….