A Crazy Week

Thursday: we got an offer on our house!

Friday: we sold our house, and Jason got a job offer we are seriously praying about.

Sunday night/Monday morning: both of cars were "broken" into. I say that in quotes because we actually left them unlocked. We got lucky for two reasons...others in our neighborhood were literally broken into, and they didn't take anything except my toll change. I even had my passport and social security card in the glove box because I had forgotten to take it out after going to the DMV. They didn't touch it. WOW. Praise God for that! Also for our dog barking wildly which we think scared them away.

This morning: oooooh this morning. This morning I called 911 for the first time relating to me, and took my first ambulance ride. Annabelle woke up from her early morning nap about 8:30. She hadn't even opened her eyes when she started fussing, then arched her back and went rigid. I picked her up and she let out this blood curdling cry that I have never heard before. Then she started grunting. I ran over to the changing table and took off her pjs, and she was soaked with sweat. Still hadn't opened her eyes, and kept going between the horrible scream and grunting. I picked her up and she stopped breathing for what felt like an eternity but was only probably 10 seconds. Foam started coming out of her mouth and I screamed for Jason to call 911. She let out this huge cough gag and started grunting again, not breathing normally. I laid her on her side in the changing table and her stiff body went limp, eyes rolling around and starting to close. It was the most terrifying moment of my entire life. Jason was on the phone with the dispatcher who told me to tell him when she breathed. Her breaths were shallow and far apart and I just kept yelling "breathe in the name of Jesus!" Her lips started getting pale and the dispatcher told me to put her on the floor on her back. I was ready to do CPR but as soon as I got her on the floor she started screaming again, thank God. Screaming = breathing. That was when the paramedics got there, and we ran outside barefoot with my pale naked baby in a blanket. They gave her oxygen on the way to the hospital which seemed to perk her up. After a few minutes she seemed almost back to normal, just tired and staring around.

Throughout the day they have done an EKG, chest X-ray, EEG, blood and urine test, and echocardiogram. They are checking her heart for any abnormalities and her brain for seizure activity. My thinking is that she had some sort of seizure, without convulsions, but there is no way to really know. So far her blood, urine, X-ray, and EKG look fine, and she seems back to her normal, happy self. We won't know about the other two trsts until morning.

Jason is at home tonight, and I am still in the ER with Annabelle because the whole hospital is full. No room at the inn. We are waiting for a pediatric bed but probably won't end up in one since they don't typically discharge patients in the middle of the night. So we made the best co-sleeping arrangement we could, putting the hospital bed up high next to the hospital crib, and that will have to do. Annabelle is sleeping soundly, and I am hoping a margarita magically shows up.

I'll post tomorrow when we know everything there is to know. Until then, we thank you for any prayers you can send up for us.

I hope the rest of the week calms down.