Feeling under the weather, this babe actually fell asleep on the couch right next to me on Saturday. Usually, she fights sleep like it’s her job. And lately she’s been doing her job really well. I settle in next to her, letting her sleep, figuring she needs it.
Suddenly, she wakes up screaming in a way I’ve never heard before; an agonized scream that sounds inappropriate on a two year old. Her eyes roll back, her body goes into a full contraction, her jaw is clamped shut, and she’s not responding to me. I grab her and put her over my shoulder, telling her she’s going to be okay, praying desperately that it’s true–all while calling a dear friend in our building who is a doctor. No answer, so I call 911. The ambulance arrives at the same time as my friend (and his wife who is also a dear friend). To my relief, Charlee is now moaning and vomiting, which means she must be breathing.
We ride in the ambulance to MGH, a team working on Charlee’s vitals and Charlee screaming to hold my hand (another good sign). TJ is away for work, so my friend is riding with us. By the time they roll Charlee’s stretcher through the automatic sliding doors of the ER, she is undeniably herself, screaming “CHARLEE DO IT! CHARLEE DO IT!” at the doors, insulted by their nerve to open up on their own.
The paramedics hand Charlee off to doctors and nurses and after some more work, they explain to me that she’s had a febrile seizure, and that she will be okay.
She will be okay.
There were more details given and more hours spent at the ER for observation. Charlee asks for a hot dog at one point. She also orders my friend to leave. Her spirit is not dimmed, friends. She’s pretty proud of her hospital bracelet and wore it like jewelry at the mall this morning.
TJ and I are so grateful. Celebrities have nothing on neither the medical staff who work tirelessly every single day nor the friends who come with us to the ER to make sure we’re not alone with our fear. They are heroes.
I’m a lot of things, but mostly grateful to God for Charlee’s health and a little bit afraid to let her sleep by herself.