It's 10:30 p.m. and Claire is tucked safely in bed -- something I have taken for granted. I'm so grateful to have my baby girl home and healthy. Joe and I agree, tonight was the scariest night of our lives. Claire has had a fever the last couple days, but as I sat and rocked her this evening, she started shaking, her eyes rolled back into her head, and she wasn't responding to me. I shouted for Joe, and we quickly gathered what we needed and headed to the car. We didn't know what to do, but we knew we needed to get to the hospital. At this point, though, Claire started turning blue and frothing deep in her throat, so I called 911. Within a few minutes a fire truck pulled up to our house and an ambulance came to take us to the hospital. They reassured us that she would be fine. She was suffering from a Febrile Seizure. In their words, her body was "rebooting" as a way of dealing with the fever. After checking her out at the hospital, the doctor felt it was a virus which caused the fever, and that she should recover quickly with no residual effects. While she was scared and confused for a while, it wasn't long after we got home that she perked right up and was even laughing again. A sound so sweet to a parent's ears.
Showing off my new teddy from the nice firemen and my comfy gown from the hospital.
I'll even do a one-armed "so big" for daddy!
Thank you, Lord, for our beautiful baby. Thank you for health and happiness. Thank you for giving us peace when we're scared and for watching over us when we're in danger. Amen.
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