The Saga Continues.....

Okay, so yesterday was the worst day of my life. I am certian I can say that. It begins with an entire three months of Michaela's urinary tract infections and hospitalizations, (I don't know if I posted when she was admitted again, ON HER BIRTHDAY.) and a "virus" that she has had for about six weeks now. I take her to the doctor at least once a week, sure there is something more than a virus and she can have medicine for it, but everytime I am sent home with tylenol and motrin. Anyway, yesterday she felt a little warm when I put her down for a nap but she was sleeping so I didn't wake her for tylenol. About 45 min into the nap, I heard a yelp and thought someone stepped on a puppy outside or something. After dismissing the noise, my body got chills and my mom internal voice (also known as the spirit) told me to check on Michaela. So I go in there to see my poor little baby having a seizure. Her eyes were wide open and rolled into the back of her head and she was shaking like a fish out of water..... So I pick her up, attempt to call 911, but I don't have service downstairs so I carry Michaela upstairs while she is still seizing, use the landline and scream to the operator that my one year old is and has been seizing for at least two minutes. I could hardly get my address out, and couldn't think of my house number, and this whole time Michaela is still shaking and at this point her lips are turning blue and she's going limp. I gave her rescue breaths and ran out to the lobby to meet the paramedics, the whole time my baby is limp in my arms and still shaking. Three or four minutes have gone by...... I gave her some more breaths, she finially stops seizing and now I am sitting on the bench in the lobby. So now Michaela is slowly starting to come out of it, still jerky and vacant looking but breathing and looking less blue, I realize I hung up on 911 when I carried the landline to the lobby and my cell phone didn't get service where I was sitting (side note.... switch to a useful cell phone company?) so I jumped on this poor man waling inside, I said in a urgent tone, Sir I need your phone, my baby is sick and I need to call my husband. Dude looks at me for a moment so I say, I NEED THE PHONE PLEASE. Jordan gets three words, Michaela is having a seizure, and I hang up on him. The manager comes out and asks whats going on. I realize I am about to get into an ambulance and I don't have any shoes on so I scream at her, I need my shoes! So she gets them, the paramedics come, Jordan gets there,we ride in the ambulance, go to the ER, Michaela had a Febrile Seizure which happens when a temperature spikes or drops suddenly. They say there are never side effects and they actually aren't emergencies and I don't even have to call 911 if it happens again. RIGHT. I will be calling. Anyway, she is fine, her temp is being regulated by Motrin and Tylenol, it's 98.8 now which is low normal, and we are ALL recovering. I actually want to publically thank Morgan Killian for educating me about a month ago when this happened to her daughter because I knew instantly what was going on and freaked out less than I would have otherwise....so THANKS MORGAN! Anyway, someday the health scares will cease, and I will be less paranoid. I actually didn't sleep last night, I watched Michaela like a movie, stuck a thermometer in her poor bum every two hours and the poor girl is terrified of a diaper change now. Life is returning to normal, and MAYBE tomorrow night I will go to sleep, not tonight though! Thanks for the prayers and calls, they were needed, felt and appreciated.