Scary Night

On Friday night we had a night I never want to experience again.

After I picked Alex up from the sitters, he was pretty whiny, had a cough, and had a slight fever. I gave him some cold meds, but didn’t realize that it was not the type that reduced fevers.  His fever was just under 39C (102).  After dinner, which he didn’t touch, we were cuddling on my bed with a cool cloth on his head, watching cartoons when he made some weird breathing noises and then his eyes rolled in various directions and he was unresponsive. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I yelled for Matt saying that something was wrong with Alex and he came running.  I was so happy that he had not yet left for hockey.  We grabbed Alex and drove as quickly as we could to the ER.  On the way there Alex came to… and he got sick on Matt.  Luckily the ER wasn’t busy and Alex was given priority. Turns out he had a Febrile Seizure due to his fever. It wasn’t necessarily because the fever was overly high, but probably because it spiked quickly.  Eventually Alex was given some Tylenol (Note: if this ever happens to you – be sure to bring the medicine you gave to your child with you to the hospital – we had to get Matt’s mom to drive over and search the house for the box) and Alex had a urine test to rule out infection.  While at the hospital he cried and screamed most of the time – he was so exhausted and scared. It was truly heartbreaking.  The Doctor told us this type of seizure is relatively common with young kids and normally a child will grow out of it by the time they are 3, so hopefully this was the only and last seizure Alex ever experiences.   We got Alex home he slept soundly until 7am. When he work up – he had no fever and lots of energy. Just like nothing had even happened. Children are truly amazing creatures.


On November 29, we introduced Alex to his Elf on a Shelf. I was seriously excited about this Elf – way more than I really should be – but what a fun tradition to have!  I read Alex the story and asked if he wanted to go search to see if we had an Elf at our house. And he was quite excited… at first.  We started looking around, and then we passed the Christmas tree where the Elf was hiding. When Alex saw him, he screamed and jumped into my arms and would not let go!  He wouldn’t even look at  the Elf.  But by bedtime Alex picked out the name “Sparky” for his Elf.  Day by day Alex has made small steps towards being friends with Sparky. He now looks for him in the morning, he will also say Hello, and he has even given Sparky a piece of popcorn.  I really don’t think the whole Sparky is reporting back to Santa thing is working though.  Perhaps Sparky needs to bring a gift back from the North Pole for Alex to really get him on his side…