Yesterday my little guy had a moment that froze me in my tracks. He was sitting in his highchair for his afternoon snack and he started the shake. My mom noticed it first with his hands, by the time she called me over his whole body was shaking. My mind went blank, I quickly held him close noticing a blank stare in his eyes. His body calmed quickly as he rested in my arms for a few minutes then he seemed back to normal, as if nothing happened. I called our doctor's office and spoke to a nurse, after I explained what happened she told us to come as soon as possible. I don't think that I ever drove our minivan that fast. By the time I got to the doctor's office my son was playful, alert and just as adorable as normal. His doctor ordered some tests and a referral to see a neurologist, and said that he probably had a mild seizure. She told me what to do if this happens again; lay him on a soft surface (clear the area), if he seems to be choking or throwing up lay him on his side, if the episode lasts longer than 5 minutes call 911. I don't think that I have ever been so scared in my life. I'm so thankful that my parents were there visiting and that my mom noticed something was wrong.
In the past the last 6 months we've had so many doctor's appointments, tests, evaluations and therapy sessions that I've lost count. Last Monday my sweet little man was diagnoised with being on the autism spectrum. I thought that was frightening, but after yesterday all I can say is wow. Last night husband and I took turns watching him sleep, we haven't done that since he was a newborn.
Resting comfortably with Woody
His EEG is scheduled for tomorrow, so today I pray, watch, and wait. I've also shed several tears in between but I'm comforted in knowing that God is watching over and protecting us.
