To say that the past couple of days have been traumatic, would be an understatement. My baby boy was rushed to the emergency room, on Thursday morning! While we were eating at Denny's with one of my cousins, my son started vomiting. He continued to vomit, as I ran out the door with him. I noticed his lips turn blue, which is why i ran outside with him. I had him facing down so he wouldn't choke on his vomit but when his lips turned blue, I panicked. I ran to the car and was going to rush him to the ER, I was actually a couple of minutes away from Little Company of Mary. But when he finished throwing up and I put him in his car seat, he went limp, like he was passing out! Well that's when the real terror hit me! I took him out of the car and screamed for my cousin to call 911. I was trying to wake him, while she spoke with the operator. He was struggling to open his eyes, as I kept shaking him and begging him to wake up. I checked to see if he was breathing and from what I could tell he was. At this point, I was hysterical! I can't even describe the feeling. It was the most horrifying experience of all my years of being a mother. The hospital experience wasn't any better. My heart broke, like never before, watching my son being tortured. I lost count on how many times my son got needles poked in him. For sure, over 10 times....that I know of! I was sitting in the waiting room, waiting for them to let me see my son, feeling dizzy, nauseous, head throbbing and feeling like I was going to drop dead. And I thought, if I feel like this, my son is feeling 100 times worse and I just broke down! To imagine that is unbearable. I've never cried so much in my life! I know that all that was to find the cause of what happened to my son but I strongly believe most of it, was unnecessary torture. Had things been done right, they could have spared him a lot of that pain. Well in the end, the cause was that he choked on his vomit and that is why he turned blue and passed out. It's scary but I'm so relieved that it wasn't anything more serious. My baby is fine and back to normal, like nothing ever happened. When I laid in my bed last night, listening to my son breath, I kept thinking how blessed I am. The fact that we have a healthy, happy baby and healthy, spoiled girls, just brings tears to my eyes. You really reflect, when things like this happen and boy, have I. I just want to scream from a roof top, how happy and blessed we are! I have the BEST husband ever! The greatest children. We have so much to be thankful for! I wish everyone could be as happy as I am. I love you, my chunky Nate!! I love you Serina!! I love you Tahlia!!! I love you hubby!!! So much, I'm bursting into tears!!!!!!!!!!!
Never take anything and especially, ANYONE you love, for granted!!