too hot

our weekend went like this:

Friday night, we all go to bed like usual. Isaac had been asleep since 8pm, and not a peep out of him since. At 2 am, we hear him through the baby monitor almost panicking. Sometimes, this isn't a big deal because he tends to have night terrors & wake up a little disoriented. It's remedied easily by sticking his paci back in and he slumps back down asleep. This time, when I picked him up, I immediately noticed how fire hot he was. I set him on the changing table to undress him from his long sleeve pajamas and noticed his jerky body movements and lack of responding to me. He was having a seizure. I woke Tim up with a stern, "Tim, get up." Tim noticed the situation and we headed out the door to the ER.

Turns out, he had a febrile seizure. A seizure completely brought on by sudden spikes in temperature. He had an ear infection. His second ever! No complaining, no tugging on the ears, nothing. Sheesh, kid. Give your mother a heads up next time.

We were all back in bed by 3:30ish Saturday morning, and Tim & I were comforted and thankful that everything was fine.

Saturday afternoon, we head down to Tim's parents who live about 25 minutes away to visit for a bit. Tim laid down with Isaac for his afternoon nap. An hour later, he emerges from the back bedroom and hands Isaac to me with an unsure tone in his voice. It was happening again.

Maybe 5 mins later, we were once again at the local ER after denying the 100 mile an hour speed we got up to in the jeep. If we weren't at the ER for one thing, I was certain it would be another.

Isaac's temperature had gotten up to 104.5 and this time I was worried. Two seizure episodes in 12 hours? Were the seizures too close? Would they now have lasting effects? My mom brain kept running...

All in all, it was concluded that the antibiotics for the ear infection and the Tylenol/Ibuprofen regimen we started hadn't had time to take effect yet, so it was simply fever related. Of course, we slept (or didn't sleep) like brand new parents that next night...checking on him whenever he made a peep. Tim's sister came to help do rotations since Tim was preaching the next day.

Isaac is back to normal, like nothing ever happened. We're hoping this weekend will just be a bad memory & rite of passage for us as newbie parents in the ER at 2am. I'm more thankful than ever for God's protection over us (mostly when Tim was driving to the ER both times) and that we are all able to go back to living life as usual. I know not everyone is so lucky. We are blessed with our little boy back.