Yesterday mid-afternoon Bentley got a fever. He seemed perfectly happy to keep playing and so I wasn't too concerned. Later that night, I heard a very faint whimpering type noise, I thought it was Olivia waking up as she often does. At first I ignored it and when the noise continued I went to check on her. Turns out it was Bentley in his bed having a seizure. I have never felt panic or fear to that extent before. I wasn't completely sure if it was a seizure at that point. I thought he might be choking. I called 911 and as I was giving my address and an update on Bentley's condition he started to cry. I was so relieved because I knew then that he could breathe. It's really a miracle that I had enough brain capacity to make calls to get people over to watch Olivia (a neighbor for the immediate time, and grandparents for the long haul). We only live 5 minutes from the hospital, which is why I chose to drive. I parked semi-illegally and ran in holding him, tears streaming down my face. I was holding it together enough to not be frantic, to do what had to be done. When they asked me his name and birth date, those were seriously the hardest questions I have ever been asked. I said his first and middle name followed by the birth month and year. It took me until he was calmed down and doctors and nurses working on him until I was able to think of the actual birth date. Turns out he had a febrile seizure. It is caused by a sudden spike in temperature. He is perfectly fine today. No fever, nothing. I have never even heard that this is something that could happen. And he does have a greater chance of having them again if he gets sick, but other than that they pose no threat. From what I can understand, only children under 5 get these types of seizures.
When we got home from the ER this huge praying mantis was on the outside of the house. When grandpa and grandma Larsen left he came on in. I was taking pictures of him and he looked over directly at me and did his prayer pose. I took it as a good omen. This little guy came to pray for us. I slept on the floor in Bentley's room. As I was making a huge pile of blankets for myself to sleep on I realized that everyone of those blankets had been hand made by family members that love us. I felt that love wrapped all around me as I lay there and listened to the most beautiful sound, that of my son breathing. Of course I couldn't sleep. Just lay there and listen.
I feel complete and total gratitude for my children and their precious lives. I put a big pillow down on the floor before I knelt to pray this afternoon after we returned from the doctor. I knew I would be down there for a while.