A week ago Saturday: The scariest day of my life. Our little eight-month-old Jordi suffered a febrile seizure while we were having brunch at one of our old neighborhood favorites (must remember to send card). You know that feeling, especially moms, when something just isn’t right? Well, Jordi didn’t have a normal seizure, he didn’t shake, he froze but I knew something was terribly wrong.
Looking back at the commotion we created at Edward’s, it’s an out of body-mind experience. I remember the manager calling 911, the boys crying and Jose in a panic as if all in a dream. But for some reason, alone in the ambulance with Jordi, and a young EMT who will soon be a father, that part, was serene. Until the commotion of being in a New York City hospital began and I could literally feel my baby’s body temperature spiking.
After explaining for the fifth time that Jordi dropped his bottle while I fed him, and stared off into space, looking through us- not at us, his little face turning bright red, and no sounds coming out of his tiny body as we patted his back, spoke to him, or turned him over and over, my anguish was huge. We had no idea what was wrong with him except we knew something was wrong. The doctors set off to find the cause of infection, why the baby was spiking a fever. They drew blood, urine and did a chest x-ray and didn’t find a thing. After five hours, the diagnosis was definitely a febrile seizure. We left Beth Israel Hospital with a slight comfort that it was ONLY a febrile seizure, common with children, not dangerous, most likely will happen again, he will outgrow it but nevertheless, sad and worried.
A visit to Jordi’s pediatrician and an amazing squeeze-in to an appointment with a neurologist on Thursday, we have been reassured that the incident was ONLY a febrile seizure and the infection causing the fever that caused the seizure was a double ear infection. Everyone has reassured us that febrile seizures are a young child’s brain’s reaction to fever, although not dangerous, certainly scary.
As I write this, 48 hours after my own petite surgery to the eyes, a surgery planned and re-scheduled three times, I had to go through with it. My mother in town, Jose with days off from work and a bonus Monday holiday, I had to keep my appointment to tweak these goofy eye muscles of mine. I can barely see (forgive me for the extra grammar errors), my eyes don’t want to stay open. I have to make them exercise and although my blindfold experiment of one day brought awareness to my senses, day two and three are not as much fun.
Blindsided by unexpected health occurrences. Blindsided by the sensitivity and gentleness of little bodies and delicate organs. We know life is sacred, precious and delicate, yet, most of the time we are harsh, careless and insensitive to it. A firm believer of “things happen for a reason” and a happiness and positive pusher to you, I am once again reminded of my blessings, and in deep gratitude to those who serve (doctors, nurses, amazing couple at the restaurant who distracted and helped us with Diego and Santi while we were in the ambulance with Jordi, the couple who paid for our food at Edward’s, EMTs, my mother, my friends and family and especially my personal nurse, Jose). It truly takes a village and especially a lot of love and care to help with the most sensitive of all…gracias.
Wishing you all a healthy and great week!