Scary Call Today

A little after four this afternoon, my phone rang with a local cell number. "Ms. R?" asks the voice on the other end. "Yes," I reply. "This is Sheriff W. We have Little Man here and first of all, he's fine." Of course he's fine, I think, he just had a meltdown at school. Then I hear the word ambulance. What?!? Ambulance? Little Man??? What happened???

Apparently he either had some sort of seizure or passed out on the bus. He fell from his seat and the aide found him on the floorboard. At first he was unresponsive, then when he finally did rouse he was disoriented. The bus driver called 911 and the ambulance and sheriff raced to meet the bus. By the time the paramedics got there he was alert, oriented and stable.

He's not great at describing things that happen, especially things like this, but from the best I can tell he doesn't remember falling asleep, but does remember waking on the floor unsure how he got there. He doesn't remember events right before it happened (the drive from school or dropping off the first couple of kids), but remembers them holding his shoulders and helping him walk off the bus.

Friday he sees the psychiatrist and developmental pediatrician who have been treating his suspected seizures. The psych is only in town once a month, so this is probably the best time it could have happened if it had to. After getting a dose of Klonopin early and resting, he's back to normal tonight and ate a good dinner. Hopefully he just needs an adjustment to his seizure meds or something easy.

I'm not sure exactly what happened, but I do know that was possibly the scariest call I've ever had. I'm so glad he's okay.