Well, my 18month old boy decided to frighten the living wotsits out of us last night. I have never ever felt so helpless and scared in all my life, and if it wasn't for the woman on the end of the 999 call keeping me in check I would have lost it big time.
They're not a nice thing to see, nearly 10 minutes of spasming and seeing just hte whites of his eyes was bad enough, but what freaked me out more was the sight of my little boy when he started to come round - all his face had slumped on one side and his eyes were locked unfocussing as far left as they could go. By this time, paramedics had done a fantastic job and bluelighted both him and my wife to Scarborough, a good 20 miles away.
I can say, that's the worst drive I've had in a car and at 2:30 in the morning, is something I don't ever want to do again.
I was over the moon though, when I arrived at hospital, I walked into the booth where they were treating him, and got the cheekiest smile off my boy. Bloody hell, it was good to see him returning to normal.
Needless to say they kept him in overnight and all day today, and he's now back at home full of beans and back to his normal self.
You're probably wondering why I'm posting this, maybe I just needed to relieve a bit of pressure and get it off my chest (34 hours of no sleep doesn't help either). Also, a big shout out and THANKYOU to all emergency service personnel is in order. If it wasn't for their proffessional help and time, I don't know what would've happened.