It happened last night. An ambulance ride for Miles is inevitable at some point in his life due to the severity of his multiple allergies, food and otherwise. However, his first ambulance ride was not of the allergic nature. It was something that we never ever expected.
Miles started getting sick on Friday. It started with a mild cough in the morning. By the evening I could tell that it was full-on bronchitis. Yay. Most of the time Miles gets sick he also comes down with bronchitis. I have asthma and so does his older brother, and while Miles hasn’t been diagnosed with asthma, I’m sure he has it. Hence most colds turning into bronchitis. The cough wasn’t bothering him much and with no other symptoms to speak of, we continued about our day. By 2 am he was up, really feverish, coughing and obviously miserable. A dose of Motrin, some cuddling with mommy and he was back to sleep.
When he awoke yesterday morning he was his mostly his happy self. A little crabbier than usual but nothing alarming. By 12:30 pm his fever was back with a vengance and he was visibly uncomfortable. Another dose of Motrin, more cuddles with mommy and a few popsicles. He was good to go.
My grandmother was staying with us for a few days and we needed to take her over to my aunt’s house, about 45 mins away. We all piled in the car. I didn’t even entertain the thought of having Steve take my grandma to my aunt’s. Miles was playing and having fun. He wasn’t 100%, but he wasn’t miserable either. So, I didn’t see the harm in a car ride while watching movies on the DVD player. Harmless, I thought.
On our way home Miles started getting really warm and whiny again. I was sitting in the back next to him and was able to comfort him. He fell asleep in his carseat and I figured he was getting his fever back and was tired from the night before. Good, get some sleep sweet boy. He woke up when we were on our way home and was happy and talking but still really warm.
When we arrived home it was around 6 pm and I gave him another dose of Motrin, even though I was supposed to wait another half hour. I needed to make dinner, the big kids were getting hungry. Miles was very clingy and just wanted me to hold him so I put off making dinner and I sat on the couch and held him. That’s when it happened.
I really didn’t know what it was at first. Miles was cuddling in my arms one minute, and trembling the next. His face turned away from me and he was unresponsive. I started calling for Steve who was in our bedroom. I noticed that Miles’ lips were turning blue and he was having a hard time breathing. Panic set in. I jumped up off the couch and ran into our bedroom where I ran into Steve at the doorway, he was on his way to see what I was screaming about. I told him what was happening and just kept saying “Something’s wrong!’ over and over. Steve called 911. Miles started to breathe a little better, still shallow but his lips were no longer blue. I was literally freaking out one minute, then calming myself down the next. I was trying not to scare Miles but I was really really scared and I was shaking all over. I’ve never been that scared in my life.
I was pacing around the house with Miles in my arms, trying to get him to talk to me. Anyone that knows Miles knows that he loves to talk! That scared me even more. He had that look, the glazed over eyes that reminds me of a child with severe autism. The 911 operator mentioned to Steve that it could be a seizure and told us to make sure if he vomits to clear his airway. That’s when I realized he was having a seizure.
The fire truck and ambulance arrived at our house within minutes. We live within walking distance to the fire station so they are always prompt. I couldn’t stay in the house, I ran with Miles out onto our front lawn. Our street has many families on it and lots of kids and parents were outside playing when the rescue vehicles arrived. I can’t put into words the fear I felt. Miles has had some wicked, fear inducing allergic reactions of the life threatening nature. I am no stranger to the fear of a child dying but this was so intense. With an allergic reaction I have benadryl and epipens to counteract the effect of the reaction. This time there was nothing I could do to make the seizure go away. I felt absolutely terrified and helpless.
The paramedics got him into the ambulance right away and confirmed he was having a febrile seizure. It lasted more than 5 minutes, I’m not sure how long exactly. The paramedics were asking all sorts of questions about what we did that day etc. They didn’t look for his Medic Alert bracelet but I pointed it out. In all of the chaos it was hard to answer the questions. I couldn’t think straight. My hands were shaking out of control, I was trying to soothe Miles who was confused and scared and really just out of it. The wanted to start an IV. One of the paramedics poked him 3 times in one arm. Another paramedic poked him another 2 times in the other arm. They had to dig around each time and it took all of the fire fighters and paramedics to hold him down. It was awful. Of course they couldn’t get the IV started so they decided to let the hospital do it.
I rode to the hospital in the ambulance while a neighbor took the bigs boys to her house and another neighbor drove Steve to the hospital who was also shaking so hard that he could barely stand. I had to ride in the passenger seat of the ambulance, they wouldn’t let me ride in the back with him. There was a little window where I could see and hear him. At the first red stoplight the paramedic in the back with Miles decided to try the IV again. He got it in but because he was alone and no one could hold Miles down, Miles ripped it out. When I looked back there, blood was rolling down Miles’ arm. I thought I was going to throw up and I couldn’t stop crying. The ambulance drove to the hospital very slowly. It was awful. Miles was singing the Indiana Jones song really loudly, I believe as a coping mechanism. He was scared, I was scared. He started to scream for me just as we were getting to the hospital. I just wanted to be back there with my baby
At the hospital they checked us in. The were asking about all of his allergies. I couldn’t think straight at all. I couldn’t remember what his allergies were. Miles wouldn’t look at me, he wouldn’t talk. It was the weirdest thing. Even in the past when he has had hurty medical procedures, he always wants his mama.
Steve met us at the hospital and the dr confirmed the diagnosis of febrile seizure. He said that because Miles is 4, which is a late age to have an initial febrile seizure, and the fact that it was so long, he wanted to do bloodwork and a chest xray to rule out underlying causes. Bloodwork. Great. So they poked Miles again 2 times in one arm and got it the first time in the other arm. They left a needle and port in just in case they needed an open vein. He was starting to come around finally. The dr explained that after a seizure the person is usually really out of it and disoriented for an hour or so. That explained why Miles was acting so weird. While we were awaiting the results of the bloodwork Miles got to watch Madagascar, one of his favorite movies, and I rocked him. It felt soooooo good to hold him again.
Bloodwork came back normal, xray showed bronchitis. Dr wanted to administer antibiotics through the IV. Good, I thought, no more trauma! Wrong! The IV wouldn’t work. So they had to give him an antibiotic shot. I had to help hold him down this time, along with Steve. Torture. Then we were free to go.
It was a scary night at home, thinking that the seizures could happen again. He got feverish again during the night and required a Tylenol/Motrin combo to control. The dr said if he had another seizure to call 911 again. Steve and I barely slept, worried. Blake and Lance got to spend the night at the neighbor’s house which was so helpful. We were able to completely focus on Miles. Steve and I were both totally shellshocked.
I promised Miles the biggest Indiana Jones Lego set that they make, for all that he went through. We got it for him today and he’s been playing with it ever since. Miles is acting fine, we are treating his fevers agressively to prevent another seizure. I’m glad that he’s ok, that we have awesome, helpful neighbors and medical insurance LOL!
I’m totally drained, physically and mentally. When Miles wouldn’t stop talking in the middle of the night, it was music to my ears. We had an interesting conversation about bad guys (the viruses) and the good guys (white blood cells) and the battle that was taking place in his body. We talked about how the medicine he was taking gave the good guys better weapons and the battle would be won by the good guys soon.
I hope we never have to go through that again.






























































