Ms Squeaky got sick

Last Sunday, (August 1st), started as a normal morning, we were happily getting ready for church, playing catch and ball. At the church, we dropped off MrCuddles in the nursery then went to the auditorium. MrGrunty and MsSqueaky always want to sit up in the balcony. And really, who doesn’t? They watched quietly as everybody sang and prayed. Then time for the segment of Children’s Bible Minute, and they went to the front (escorted by their mommy this week) with all the other kids.

After church, MsSqueaky was in the nursery and very lethargic, and felt a bit warm. I carried her to the car, and we went to traditional “rice & beans” with Pablo & Blub & BabyAndre. MsS didn’t look any better, so I stayed in the car while she got some rest, maybe she would be better after a power nap. I read a bit of my book to her (“The Blindside” M.Lewis), because she wanted me to. Then it looked as if she was sleeping.

A few minutes later, she seemed to wake with a start, maybe from a bad dream, her fists were clenched, and she was fearfully looking up at the car-ceiling, (as if a big spider was about to crawl down and get her). Being in the middle seat, it was easy for me to go to her, hold her hand and reassure her while she woke up from the bad dream. But she didn’t stop. And soon spittle was coming out her mouth. My little girl was having a seizure. (I remembered a neuroscientist once telling me, “children’s brains are really weird, and nobody really knows what’s going on in there”, which gave me a bit of calm.) After her seizure was over, she basically collapsed.

I called MyBetterHalf, and let her know what happened. She ran out to the car right away.

Soon, we were at home, everybody got their food to go, and Blub & Pablo were going to watch MrGrunty and MrCuddles while we went to the ER with MsSqueaky. MrG kept double checking on the plan, “Squeaky is sick? We gonna go home with Blub & Pablo & BabyAndre?” And he was cool with the plan. We asked him what the doctor would say, he replied, shyly in front of Blub, “no more monkeys jumping on the bed.”

While we were checking into the ER, MsS threw up all over me. I would have thought the ER had a system to quickly deal with it, maybe, but it seemed to take a little too long for the clean up crew to get there. I went back home and changed clothes. In front of Pablo, I asked MrG what the doctor would say. MrG glowered at me When I got back, MyBetterHalf, and our little girl were in a room, and MsS had been seen by the doctor.

We stayed there all afternoon, MsS slept through most of it.

Around 4, she said the first words since that morning, I had coaxed her into eating a Popsicle, and she pointed to the counter and said, “there’s another popsicle there”. I was very happy to hear my little girl. She asked basic questions, sorta like she was just checking out her version of reality, and making sure it matched with mine.

We got home around 6pm, instructions to give her fever reducer in case of future fevers, and antibiotics for her ear-infection. MsS then threw up on me again. It was blue. Oh yeah, the popsicle.

Monday (August 2nd), I took the boys to school, and stayed home with MsS. She seemed mostly alright, except, she took two very long naps, which uncharacteristic.

Tuesday, (Aug 3rd), I took MsS to her doctor, for a follow-up appointment. Everything seemed to be going well, and we were told that it happens to some kids, seizure at onset of fever, and just for us to use a fever reducer to prevent her temp from getting to high. I was told by my mommy, that I too had seizures with fever as a small child. We were reassured it doesn’t cause damage, and just hold her, or make sure she doesn’t thrash into/off anything if she has future seizures. We were told that she’ll be exhausted and out-of-it after, but should be back to normal within four hours. We were told that if she stops breathing, or turns blue, then call 9-1-1. I was told that taking her to the ER was the right thing to do. Then, because I’m silly, I got the doctor to say to MsS “No more monkey’s jumping on the bed.”

When I got to their school, I was informed, “MrG will be very glad to have his sister back. He misses her. And when she’s not here, he is very quiet, and doesn’t play.”  What a sweet little boy. This makes me a bit sad, and even more worried, when they are put in different classrooms at school.

Well…MsS seems to be doing fine now. And by the middle of the week, was being good about taking her medicine.


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