Samuel and 911

As things would go, last night was far from uneventful. I had gotten all the children in bed and was working on finding festivals for Nathan to attend and sell his art and Tshirts. I then heard Samuel crying (which he will often do to get out of his room.) The problem with this time was that it was not his normal cry or anger cry. Something spoke to me at the same time it spoke to Nathan and we both ran into his room. He was bunched over with vomit all over him. He had a weird cry/scream going on. Then I watched as his face went blue and he slunched over me. I then wiggled him around and pounded on his back until I could get him to focus on my face and then he would fall back going another shade of blue or gray.

After a moment I realized that this was something beyond both Nathan and I and that 911 was our solution. I yelled for Nathan to call them as I carried Samuel into my room trying to keep his attention on me. While holding him, getting his attention, I also changed into street clothing for our trip to the hospital. Meanwhile, trying to speak to the 911 operator just frustrated me! All I wanted was to keep my sons attention and the ambulance there to help me. I just passed the phone over to Nathan and told him to take over talking with them. He let them in as I focussed on Samuel.

Would you know it. I get down stairs and Samuel is smiling and jabbering. Full color back. Something did not feel right though and we ended up riding to the hospital.
(So while we were taking care of Samuel, Jared heard the commotion and wanted to see what it was all about. He came out and saw the lights from the ambulance, fire truck, and cop car. He said "Look Dad! It is Aliens!!!" Then he heard us talking of taking Samuel in to be evaluated. At that he said "Dad? Why are the Aliens taking my brother? Dad?!
So as my dear friend Dawn pointed out, Jared may truly believe Samuel was abducted by aliens when he grows up by this event in our lives! ROFL!!!)



We went to the hospital via ambulance. Samuel did fine until we got there at which point he started vomiting again. His color would turn grayish... but never blue like it was earlier. They did an xray and said all was ok and that they thought he aspirated on his vomit.

Today he is doing absolutely fine. I am in shock because it hit so suddenly and he has not had any problems since last night. Not sure what happened, but am grateful for the inspiration and the fact that he is doing well today. So Yessssssssssssssssssssssss a bit of drama.

I also learned a valuable lesson with this event. I realized that EVERYTHING else all around means absolutely Nothing. That friendships and family are nice... but when it really comes down to it my own family, being my husband and children - are EVERYTHING!!! That is all that matters, Truly. So everyone can hate me or the world could be crumbling, but in the end I want my children and family to know that what I do, who I am, my life is for THEM. (That does not mean I don't want friends and family... I just have a better perspective of my priorities and where everything fits into my life as well as where I fit in life.) It is just sad that it takes teaching me through my children.