Weekend Mayhem And Mishaps

Let's just say that last week was interesting. Especially for Brian.

We spent the majority of last week in Southern Utah. Brian had to work down there and it was a great opportunity to get out of the freezing cold weather we have been having. I appreciate snow maybe one week of the year (during Christmas break) and when I want to go skiing or boarding, both of which I have not done for a good three plus years for obvious reasons. SO-the weather was tempting.

Daddy worked, Mommy attempted to use her sewing machine, and Cole hung out with his favorite...grandpa. Things went fairly well until Friday. To put it in medical terms, Cole had a 20 minute complex partial seizure that generalized into a tonic-clonic. We gave two doses of rescue meds. His sats dropped into the 60s and then when he was coming into his post ictal phase, he experienced post ictal blindness (again). Really, this is rare? Sure seems to be happening a lot. One eye came out of it but the other would not and he continued to have sub clinical status, small complex clusters and one more short tonic-clonic episode for the next hour. I almost gave a third dose of rescue meds, but according to our protocol, we have to go into the ER for monitoring after three. He seemed to be pulling out of it, so we held off from the third dose. So, in layman's terms...Cole seized for over an hour. That has not happened for a long time, since summer.

We came home on Saturday and hosted a family gathering. After the guests left, Brian gave us incentive to have our first ER visit of 2011...not Cole. While trying to split two rock-solid frozen pieces of meat with a knife, he slashed his fingers and ended up needing stitches. It was a lot of fun trying to figure out how he would get to the hospital. He told me he was going to drive himself...uh, sure! Shock will do funny things to you. This is especially fun as Daddy can not actually remember ever having to go to the ER. He thinks he went once when he was 6 or so for stitches in his chin, but he can't remember it. That's okay! Cole and I make up for his quota.

Sunday, we decided to continue to be brave and take Cole to church. He did not do so well having stayed up until 11:30 pm the night before with the chaos of Daddy's wound. So, we made a plan that Brian would take him home for a nap and I would teach my lesson. I could catch a ride home later with a friend. I enter the room after I finish my class and my neighbor approaches me. She asks, "Is Brian with Cole?" Um..."Yes?" She then proceeds to tell me that she saw my husband call for assistance and then run out of the building, without my son. There could definitely be a problem here. I then dash off in high heels and start to call Brian's phone...voicemail. I call his other one (hey, at least he only has two; when we were first married he had three!) and he does not answer. I try both again. I am now starting to panic, certain Cole is in status, thinking Brian is on with 911. If we call the paramedics at this point, it is a big deal. I come out of the building, straining to hear sirens and trying to locate my family. I turn around and see five grown men standing in the rain, with strange looking apparatuses, surrounding my car (which is running). I then kick into mental overdrive and think that Cole is locked in the car AND he is seizing! Lucky for me, my husband just locked him in a running car. He was in his car seat with the heater on, just wondering what was happening outside. I got to have a fun conversation with two police officers, a lawyer, and an electrician, all from our church. They had been working for a while with no luck. Some were on the phone with various law enforcement agencies, including my husband. I proceeded to tell them why we did not have an extra set of keys was because Brian lost the other set and then told them that there was a valet key hidden on the car. I put my face up to the window and asked Cole if he was okay. Cole just said, "You need to open the door Daddy!" LOL. Brian found the key and proceeded to try and open it with one hand (due to his injured fingers). Another man grabbed it from him and tried to pry it open with a knife. We were joking that we would have to shoot it open and turned to the officer that was packing. No fun, the knife guy got it open. Brian then went inside to wash his hands and I slipped into the passenger seat. I then got to smile and wave to the two police cars and the fire truck that pulled into the parking lot. Oh, the fun!

We can say this...our life is never boring!