As a baby, my son went through a period of febrile seizures. Basically, if he got a fever, it could cause him to have seizures. Even after learning what was happening and that it was “harmless,” it was an absolutely chilling/gut-wrenching experience, but the first time was particularly nightmarish.
I had the exact same experience. My son became cyanotic since his breathing was so shallow, and then he passed out. For a second I thought he died there and then. Quickly came too. And the ambulance took a wrong turn. Rember running after it. Man, had I had that motivation when young and fit I would have beat Usain Bolt
Just awful. I remember sitting on the couch, friends were over, my ~1-year-old son was sick/feverish but still happily toddling about, came over to me, eyes rolled back, he collapsed backward and was convulsing. I picked him up and was cradling him, sort of yelling at/pleading with him/trying to comfort him? Just panicking basically. Friends called ambulance, I ran outside in barefeet holding him still completely limp. Ugh. There was absolutely no thinking, in that moment, that “this is totally fine and okay/harmless,” even though that was the general response of the various, multiple hospital people.
As a baby, my son went through a period of febrile seizures. Basically, if he got a fever, it could cause him to have seizures. Even after learning what was happening and that it was “harmless,” it was an absolutely chilling/gut-wrenching experience, but the first time was particularly nightmarish.
I had the exact same experience. My son became cyanotic since his breathing was so shallow, and then he passed out. For a second I thought he died there and then. Quickly came too. And the ambulance took a wrong turn. Rember running after it. Man, had I had that motivation when young and fit I would have beat Usain Bolt
Just awful. I remember sitting on the couch, friends were over, my ~1-year-old son was sick/feverish but still happily toddling about, came over to me, eyes rolled back, he collapsed backward and was convulsing. I picked him up and was cradling him, sort of yelling at/pleading with him/trying to comfort him? Just panicking basically. Friends called ambulance, I ran outside in barefeet holding him still completely limp. Ugh. There was absolutely no thinking, in that moment, that “this is totally fine and okay/harmless,” even though that was the general response of the various, multiple hospital people.