Mama needs a drink.
I'm going to start this story with:
HE'S FINE. IZZY IS FINE.
Hubby and I? We're total wrecks.
So, you know how I've talked about Izzy's breath holding thing? He gets upset, holds his breath, turns blue, passes out, then takes a deep breath and comes right back. It's totally normal and still scares the crap out of me.
So, tonight, we were in Moo's room, davening. Izzy was on Moo's bed and I heard a little thunk. I looked over at Izzy and it looked like he'd bonked himself on the bedrail and was crying, he went into his pass out cycle. I was holding him and rocking him trying to soothe him, poor monkey. So he passed out, took his breath and...didn't start crying again. Didn't do much of anything, actually. He was breathing, but he was not with it, at all. He was stiff and his eyes were rolled back in his head and he wasn't responding to me at all. I called his name, I stroked his face, no response. Still breathing. But still stiff. I put ice on his face, I smacked his cheek (only time I've ever hit one of my children), I tried nursing him, thinking the smell would snap him out of it. still stiff, still not focusing on anything, still breathing, yay! At this point this has been going on for several minutes, so I called Hatzala. Hubby sent Moo upstairs and cleaned up the house because that's what he does when he's nervous and boy, were we nervous.
I called work to say I would be late and spent the next few seconds imagining all sorts of hideous situations in which I explain to the people at the Roosevelt ER that they may not, under any circumstances take Izzy into exam room 1.
Within 2 minutes we heard sirens...and crying! Izzy was back to normal. And trying to chew through my shirt. I have never been so happy to nurse him in my entire life.
The EMTs came in and Blueberry didn't want to let them get close to Izzy. Hubby had to leash her and drag her away. Izzy cried when they looked him over, which is a good thing, they let him go back to nursing and took his pulse and blood oxygen and everything was normal. The EMTs said to talk to his pediatrician about this, but not to take him to the hospital. It appeared to just be an even weirder spinoff of the passing out thing.
As of now Izzy is sleeping soundly and I am making a cocktail in my head.
HE'S FINE. IZZY IS FINE.
Hubby and I? We're total wrecks.
So, you know how I've talked about Izzy's breath holding thing? He gets upset, holds his breath, turns blue, passes out, then takes a deep breath and comes right back. It's totally normal and still scares the crap out of me.
So, tonight, we were in Moo's room, davening. Izzy was on Moo's bed and I heard a little thunk. I looked over at Izzy and it looked like he'd bonked himself on the bedrail and was crying, he went into his pass out cycle. I was holding him and rocking him trying to soothe him, poor monkey. So he passed out, took his breath and...didn't start crying again. Didn't do much of anything, actually. He was breathing, but he was not with it, at all. He was stiff and his eyes were rolled back in his head and he wasn't responding to me at all. I called his name, I stroked his face, no response. Still breathing. But still stiff. I put ice on his face, I smacked his cheek (only time I've ever hit one of my children), I tried nursing him, thinking the smell would snap him out of it. still stiff, still not focusing on anything, still breathing, yay! At this point this has been going on for several minutes, so I called Hatzala. Hubby sent Moo upstairs and cleaned up the house because that's what he does when he's nervous and boy, were we nervous.
I called work to say I would be late and spent the next few seconds imagining all sorts of hideous situations in which I explain to the people at the Roosevelt ER that they may not, under any circumstances take Izzy into exam room 1.
Within 2 minutes we heard sirens...and crying! Izzy was back to normal. And trying to chew through my shirt. I have never been so happy to nurse him in my entire life.
The EMTs came in and Blueberry didn't want to let them get close to Izzy. Hubby had to leash her and drag her away. Izzy cried when they looked him over, which is a good thing, they let him go back to nursing and took his pulse and blood oxygen and everything was normal. The EMTs said to talk to his pediatrician about this, but not to take him to the hospital. It appeared to just be an even weirder spinoff of the passing out thing.
As of now Izzy is sleeping soundly and I am making a cocktail in my head.