Oh.My.Goodness…this week has been a doozy.
I thought I was going to lose my little boy last Monday. He woke up from a nap and was acting normal. After a few minutes, he started to get fussy, and I needed to take him into town to get some photos done for his passport. I handed him to Daniel so I could get everything ready to go, and within 2 minutes, he started screaming…like he never has before…I picked him back up, and he was drenched in sweat (even his hair was wet). We took his temp and it was normal. I tried to feed him and he screamed. Nothing helped. At this point, I started to panic. Cody is so not the type to scream about nothing, and we had no idea what was wrong. Daniel took over when he saw I was starting to have a panic attack. He changed Cody’s diaper, and Cody started to calm down. And then he started to turn really pale. And then he passed out.
I can’t tell you the horror we both felt. We kept saying his name over and over, and he would rouse a bit and pass out again. I went to look up the doctor’s number and kept hearing Daniel call “Cody, Cody. Cody, wake up.”
“Should I call an ambulance?” I said.
“Yes, call an ambulance!”
When the paramedics arrived, Cody was awake again, but extremely pale and lethargic. He wasn’t playing or smiling or being himself at all. Long story (sort of) short, they drove us to the dr’s office, and the doctor said he thought it was a breath holding episode. Have you ever heard of those? I thought they were just when a toddler or young kid was mad and held their breath to upset someone, but it turns out they are much more than that. It’s funny, too, because I was reading about them on Modern Mommyhood’s blog a few weeks ago. A breath holding episode is when a baby or child gets upset and cries so hard that they basically hyperventilate and lose the ability to breathe in. You have to wait until they pass out for them to start breathing again. Terrifying.
The good thing is, Cody is doing well and we know that breath holding spells are not serious. Hopefully it won’t ever happen again, but even if it does, we know what to expect and he will grow out of them by the age of 5 or 6.
A few days later, he was chewing on my finger (a favorite past time of his) and I felt something. Lo and behold, he had a little baby tooth popping up! I never thought I’d be so excited over a tooth, but it is so darn cute (but very sharp). And today I saw that he already has a second one popping up!
So there you go, my week. Breath holding spells and two teeth in less than a week. Phew, I hope this week is super boring.