My child had febrile convulsions last week. It was his first (and optimistically his last) episode. It was triggered by fever caused by bacterial infection. Seeing my child without consciousness and having fits for a few minutes was the most painful sight I’ve ever seen.
The incident happened Monday last week just when classes were suspended due to the medical-dental mission of Iglesia ni Cristo. Since I am a teacher, I didn’t have to go to work that day, too. Incidentally, Kyle had fever that morning and so I took him to the hospital. His urinalysis showed that he had bacterial infection. And after the doctor gave his prescriptions, my boy was discharged.
Just an hour later from being discharged from the hospital, my child had seizures! He was having febrile convulsions! My husband went to his office already so there was no one to take us to the hospital. I cried for help from our neighbors and immediately, they assisted me in taking my child to the hospital. That moment, I felt the strength of a mom in me. My voice was calm talking to my unconscious child who was also displaying twitching movements, “Hold on son, mommy is taking you to the doctor. Mommy is here.” I moved very swift but my actions were steady.
In the hospital, the nurses immediately gave oxygen to Kyle. And then I was interviewed by the doctor what happened. My Kyle regained his consciousness but was still drowsy. I asked the nurses to check his vital signs again. When they declared that he is Okay, the very first words my heart uttered were, “Thank you sweet God”.
Then my husband arrived from work (he drove from East Avenue to Cainta for 30 minutes only!). It was one moving sight seeing him kissing and caressing our child, almost teary-eyed. Kyle smiled back at him as if nothing happened. Then they did their usual Kyle-and-daddy handshake. Watching them, I felt the overflowing blessing rushing in.
Later that night in the hospital room while my two boys were asleep, I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I turned on the faucet and just when the water touched my face, I felt tears flowing down my cheeks. My strength left me. But it was just fine. When there was danger, I was covered with grace. The kind of grace every mom is blessed to have. I let my tears flow freely to wash away the fear I had at that moment.