..Life is Precious..

I debated on even sharing the things I experienced on Monday night, but decided that someday Brock might enjoy reading them. Since I use this as my journal here it goes:
Monday November 23, 2009 was just like any other day. We woke up Brock was complaining once again that his ear were bugging him, I gave him some Tylenol and took his temperature, 99.6, no big deal. Then we were off to work at the gym. Nothing unusual.
Later that day we enjoyed our gourmet lunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with a side of Doritos. We left our house at 3:30 to take Pierce to gymnastics in Bountiful. My mom agreed to meet us there to watch the amazing gymnast.We watched as usual as Pierce did his somersaults and cartwheels, while Brock played with his BELOVED Lightning McQueen cars that he must take with us everywhere. He also loves watching his brother and cheering!
After leaving the gymnastics I needed to go get some things from Costco since we were just around the corner from one. My mom once again agreed to come with and help out, gotta love her! Walking down the aisles at Costco we enjoyed free samples, laughing, and listening to Brockie repeat things over and over. Everything seemed normal.
We reached the checkout line and I began loading up my purchases onto the conveyor belt. I am trying to ignore my crying child, Brock, who is sitting buckled in the front of the cart crying because he wants to get out! I turn around and tell him we are almost done and he can't get out and just to relax. I turn around to finish loading up my items. I turn back to the cart, there is no more crying, I see Brock slumped over in the cart. I think to myself, did he really just fall asleep that fast, it was less than a minute before he was crying. I walk over to him to peek, when I see his eyes roll back into his head. I think what the heck is going on.
The next few moments were kind of a blur. It seemed as if everything was moving in slow motion, but also so fast! The man behind us in line sees Brock and says, " ma'am, your son is having a seizure. My son has these all the time. I know what to do, let me take it from here." He proceeds to take Brock out of the cart and remove his clothing. At this point his entire body is shaking. He is turning blue and not breathing. I am panicked, I completely froze. I am thinking,"this is not happening, he was just fine". The man yells for someone to call 911.
Immediately I am surrounded by a team of professional help. What are the chances that the front end supervisor at Costco is a pediatric trauma nurse, paramedics just happen to be shopping in the store, the man behind me in line has a son who suffers from seizures, and I have a lady named Nancy consoling me and my mom?
The nurse began giving Brock rescue breaths. The paramedics, who were off duty, began working on Brock. Before I knew it I was being whisked away with my little Lumpy on a stretcher bound for Primary Children's Hospital. It happened all in a split second. I am so glad that those people were there to help in our time of need. It couldn't have been better timing. I am so thankful that my sweet mom was there by my side, and took care of my Pierce so I could be with Lumpy.
Trent was on his way out of town with a friend to go hunting, luckily still within cell phone reception. He got a horrifying call from my mom to, "GET HOME NOW, Brock had a seizure and wasn't breathing!" What a terrible ride that must have been back for 3 hours!
When they took Brock's temperature in Costco it had Spiked to 102.7 by the time we got into the ambulance his temperature was 103.9! His pulse was 196! He was completely out of it. I held him and just prayed the whole way to the hospital that he would be okay.
We arrived to Primary Children's and the poking and prodding began. He hated every minute of that. He was screaming and totally disoriented. My heart ached for him. Before I knew it he was back asleep, as they say having a seizure is like running a marathon. He was exhausted. I enjoyed every moment that was spent cuddling him. I felt peace. My mom made it shortly after our arrival, along with my dad, sister, Camron. They gave him a sweet Priesthood blessing. I knew then, all would be well.Trent arrived later and I was so relieved to have him there.
We decided to have him admitted for the extra watch. They say Febrile Seizures with small children is more common than you think. But I knew I would be panicked and stressed all night if I were to go home. We spent the night and throughout the night Brock had no fever! He actually went the other way, he was freezing. They gave me heat blankets to try and get him warmed up. He finally was warm by 3 in the morning. I slept until 4 when he awoke with joy! He had so much energy. He wanted to play and watch Toy Story. I was so relieved my little boy was okay. In the morning he did spike another fever of 104 but no seizure. They released us later that afternoon after his fever had gone down. The only explanation they gave for the seizure was because of the rate of increase in his temperature. The fever is still a mystery.. they said maybe a virus was causing it? We have yet to find out!
He is home now and doing well. No fevers, cross our fingers. We have had a couple times where he has gotten cold again, but we warmed him right up.
I am so thankful for all the many "angels" who were watching out for him that day. I am thankful for all my sweet neighbors, friends, and family members who have expressed love and support for our family. I am thankful for the power of Priesthood blessings and for my Heavenly Father, who loves us!
I had a rough time, but I learned a lot from it. I learned to not take for granted what you have. To take time for the little things, even if you think you are too busy. Life can change in a SPLIT SECOND! I am thankful most of all for my little Brockie, He is such an amazing little boy. Even when he is so sick, he finds ways to try and cheer up everyone around him. Even worrying about others. I know now why we are taught to be more like children, they are so innocent and perfect, they never complain, and they have true Christ-like love. I will try to be a better person because of him. I love you Brock.