He is an intelligent, Lego builder, math master, lacrosse lover, 9 year old boy and he is my son. Why is he my Hero, you ask?
Picture this. Mommy goes to bed early after fixing dinner and is awakened when Dad enters the room. Within ten minutes, your son calls you stating something is wrong with his sister. Dad rushes in and then calls mom. Mom goes in to see the daughter wearing wet clothes, sweating with vomit on her face. Mommy instincts jump in and she removes the clothes and washes the daughter’s face. The daughter is extremely warm to the touch so she is walked into the bathroom to remove her wet cloths and to cool her down. Daughter is unresponsive, Dad is screaming her name, son is crying and mom is calling 911.
This was my real life situation and I shudder (actually bust in tears) to think what would have happened to my princess had her brother really not taken his job as protector so serious. After what seemed like a two hour ride in the ambulance, some ER workers who just were not moving fast enough for me, an IV, heart and pulse monitors, nausea medicine, tylenol, an X-Ray, strep and urine culture, we learned that my princess’ temperature spiked so high and quickly that she may have had a seizure.
Doesn’t a seizure mean meningitis when accompanied by a fever with aches and pains? I started checking her limbs and begged her to place her chin to her chest for any signs of pain. Thank God within a few hours she was back to normal, ready to eat and so happy to see her brother…
We are definitely keeping an eye on her and will follow up with her primary doctor.