Friday, March 23, 2012

Aiden Guy

Wednesday was a pretty quiet day...until it wasn't.  

Shaun had the morning off so he and Aiden worked on his car and did whatever men do when they are puttering outside.  Aiden had slept until 10 AM so I thought it was a little strange when he seemed really tired at lunch.  I put him down for his nap just before 1 PM and he said his belly hurt.

As Shaun was leaving for work I said, Aiden didn't seem quite right when I put him down...I'm a little worried how he's going to be when he wakes up.  If you know me at all you know the words "I'm worried" rarely cross my mind, nevermind come out of my mouth.  Looking back, I can see that it was the Holy Spirit getting me on alert.

I don't know about you, but when my kids are sleeping I don't sit by the monitor waiting to hear the slightest peep.  In our house sleep-time is go-time.  Go in the office and only half pay attention to the monitor.  Go outside and work on the yard.  Go to the third floor to do laundry.

As it happened though, Avery and I were in my bedroom cleaning.  I was passing down my jewelry box to her so we were sorting through the contents while the house was quiet, since Shaun and Amanda had already left for church.

Hour four into Aiden's nap I heard, out of the monitor in my room, what can most closely be described as Aiden jumping on the bed, laughing.  Except it wasn't a laugh.  It was a noise that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.  

I went straight to his room and, to my utter horror, discovered he was having a seizure.  I'm not going to go into great detail because its not something I want to remember.  I will just say its something no parent should ever have to see.

When I picked him up he was burning and unresponsive.  Baby in arms, I ran downstairs and told Avery to grab my phone and get in the car because we were going to the hospital.  Immediately, she started sobbing and otherwise freaking out.

It was not the first time I've been so very grateful to live one mile from the hospital.

I parked the car right in front and grabbed Aiden from the car floor.  By this time he had started to cry a bit, which was a wonderful sound!  

They took us right in after briefly looking him up (he's got a record with the ER after his chin stitches less than a year ago :).  They took his vitals and then brought us into a room where I sat on the bed and held him.  

When we arrived his temperature was 104 and his heart rate was in the 160s.  After some Motrin and monitoring, he was down to 100 with his heart rate in the the 90s.

Poor Shaun was 30 minutes away, neck deep in play rehearsal problems.  He'd gotten a 15 second phone call from me in the car and another call from a still-crying Avery a bit later.  When I could I called him to reassure him that his son was alive and on the mend and that he could stay where he was.

The hospital registration lady came in to process the paperwork.  I told her we were still paying off Aiden's birth and to just add it to our tab.  :)

I declined the chest x-rays (to check for pneumonia) and after a couple hours they released us with instructions to do a Tylenol/Motrin regiment every three hours throughout the night.  

Once home, I got Avery and Aiden some dinner and popsicles and we sat down to watch Aiden's requested Veggie Tales movie.

This night was one of the only times I regretted being such a heavy sleeper.  I wish I could have been half awake throughout the night as I lay next to him in his double bed, but I slept just about as soundly as ever, only waking every three hours to the sound of the alarm clock going off.

Throughout the ordeal I felt a peace that I'm so grateful for.  I've lived long enough to have a long enough history with God to know, deep within me, that He is faithful.  Yesterday, today and forever He is the same, and He is good.  So good.

It was also a good reminder that Aiden does not belong to us.  He's been loaned to us for a time but ultimately, He belongs to God.  Boy, do I love that little guy!

(You can see my bare feet here.  Avery only had socks on and so did Aiden.  They said they've seen less dressed people come through the ER.  :)

 The next day he was up fighting with his sister and "working" as if nothing had ever happened and really, I don't think he remembers much of it....mercifully.
While Daddy and the girls were at play practice on Sunday, Aiden, Trot and I walked to the river for some fun.  "Fishing", throwing sticks and rocks among the highlights.

I look up to the mountains—
    does my help come from there?
My help comes from the Lord,
    who made heaven and earth!
He will not let you stumble;
    the one who watches over you will not slumber.
Indeed, he who watches over Israel
    never slumbers or sleeps.
The Lord himself watches over you!
    The Lord stands beside you as your protective shade.
The sun will not harm you by day,
    nor the moon at night.
The Lord keeps you from all harm
    and watches over your life.
The Lord keeps watch over you as you come and go,
    both now and forever.

Psalm 121


The Bug said...

How scary! I'm glad he's ok now...

{Thirty} Little Piggies said...

Bless that little guy! We went through a seizure episode once when Mason was 1 1/2 so I know how scary it can be. I too was glad we lived within a couple minutes from the hospital. It never happened to him again and that's what I'm praying for right now for Aiden. Glad to hear that he seems to be back to his regular self!

Stephanie said...

Oh my word! So completely scary! My daughter had seizures less than 12 hours after her birth due to a high fever and when I walked into the nursery to find her was one of the scariest moments of my life. I'm forever grateful for the NICU staff who helped her heal and come home a healthy baby.

Rach@In His Hands said...

Oh, wow, what a scare! :( So thankful that A is on the mend....and that he's always, always in God's hands. Sending big hugs your way!

Connie said...

What a scare! Glad he is doing much better!