Well, things are never, ever boring here at the NotCalm household. Willow added on to her already impressive medical history last night by having a febrile seizure. She was feverish, so I gave her a dose of ibuprofen (the tylenol hadn’t brought it down earlier) and within a few seconds of that, she began shaking. All afternoon she said that she felt like she was going to throw up, so at first I thought that was what was happening. When I saw that she was having a seizure, I moved us from the couch to the floor and held her in my lap, face down. John called 911, while I completely lost my usual calm-in the-face-of-terror skills. Her entire body, including all her facial muscles, were twitching and seizing so violently that she was drooling, foaming at the mouth, and unable to breathe. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she was completely non-responsive to my voice.
I thought that she was going to die in my arms.
On the advice of the dispatcher, I put her down on her side. I think the seizure lasted about seven minutes, and even after the major part of it had passed, she twitched and couldn’t talk to us. The fire department came first, then the paramedics. By the time everyone arrived, she was laying quietly on her back, breathing and obviously exhausted. They had John get her car seat, and then put her car seat on the gurney. She rode in the back of the ambulance, I rode up front, and John followed us.
She seems totally fine today, though still feverish. Lex stayed in bed all day with a 103 fever, and I’ve got a pretty good one going, too, which is uncommon for me. Unwelcome, too. I’m going in a few minutes to take Willow in for another visit, just to make sure she’s on the mend. Nate and Lex are crashed out in their room, so I suppose that Nate is sick as well. Guess we’ll all stay home in the rain tomorrow and have soup and hot baths.
The intrigue? I deposited a (large!) check on Saturday and the bank (we’ll call it Hell’s Cargo) has no record of the transaction. Lovely. I think that it will get straightened out tonight or tomorrow, but it was still not what I wanted to deal with this morning. I’m a little shell shocked, to put it mildly.
Hmmm. Suddenly not all that intriguing. More like just something to complain about. Until I find out if we have to pay for the ambulance ride. . .