Briana started screaming...call 911. I ran down from the shower.
As I approached Michael, he was lying on the floor in full status convulsions, eyes at the back of his head with blue lips/face. He was having a grand-mal seizure. My daughter called 911 as I carried Michael to the couch checking his breathing and calling his name to come back to me.
What seemed like a lifetime, the paramedics arrived minutes later. After poking and prodding, they took Michael, Landen and myself to the hospital. Briana decided to stay with the neighbors. Once we arrived at the hospital, Mike, my husband met us there.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
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