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ER visit

My kids love to freak me out.  These kids never go to the pediatrician for any reason other than vaccinations.  They aren't ever sick or hurt.  It's pretty amazing.  But we just made our third ambulance trip last night.

First was Paisley's trip in Vegas after having a seizure.  Next was Graham's transfer to the children's hospital from another hospital with meningitis.  Now last night....

Graham was sitting on a cute kid's chair in our living room.  He stood to scoot it behind him and tipped forward, hitting his head on our wood floor.  He stood up immediately but couldn't get a sound out and then passed out.  Aaron yells for my help and hands me an unconscious, non-breathing baby.  He is now stiff and blue and non responsive.  

I tell Aaron to call 911 and thump Graham on the chest a few times.  (It's the beginning of CPR).  I haven't checked for a pulse yet but I know he isn't breathing.  So, after what seemed like 30 minutes but was about 30 seconds- he took a breath.  He remained lethargic for the next 20 minutes but was almost completely normal by the time we got to the hospital.

We avoided a head CT because we did observation and he didn't vomit or have any clear indication to do one so that was a relief.  I sure didn't sleep much though!!!!

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  1. AnonymousJanuary 30, 2014 at 9:04 AM

    Poor guy! (And poor parents). The one time we made an ambulance trip was when visiting friends in London Gwen spilled down half a flight of stairs onto the concrete floor. She didn't pass out, but the lump on her head was awfully scary. I have to say, I was very impressed with the British health services, they got us in, seen, and taken care of in time for us to still make it to the airport for our flight home that evening!

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  2. kkasunJanuary 30, 2014 at 9:33 AM

    Oh my gosh, I would much rather runny noses than multiple ambulance rides! I do not know how you don't have a head full of gray hair! How terrifying.
    Glad he is ok though!

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  3. KristiJanuary 30, 2014 at 12:35 PM

    Oh wow - I'm so glad he's okay. I'm not sure who I feel worse for - him or you! Glad this was a good outcome.

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  4. SarahJanuary 30, 2014 at 8:35 PM

    OMG :( How scary! So thankful he is okay!!!!! Samantha just spent two nights at the hospital with RSV! :( Im so glad little Graham is ok. I would have been FREAKING out like a crazy person...

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  5. ElizabethFebruary 7, 2014 at 7:09 PM

    I have thought of you so often since I read this post (ugh, I can't comment on blogger from my phone anymore) and I'm sorry I'm just now commenting. SO SCARY. I am so glad your little guy is ok. Hugs to you and prayers for NO more ambulance rides or emergencies!

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  6. FaithFebruary 18, 2014 at 9:54 PM

    Holy shi*t, that sounds terrifying! I am SO glad he is ok! I'm not sure how I would get through something like that - just reading it make my heart race!

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