When seconds count

I know I have been writing a lot about my son as of late. His health issues have consumed me to the nitty gritty and even the blog had taken backseat since his diagnosis. I have been so busy with doctors appointments and life that I am missing some of the neat things that Abilene has to share. I am also about to move again and try to start off a new. I will explain all that later in another post. Maybe I need to name it " finally ( hopefully) getting it together." I have been in a sea of new medical terms and tests and I am lost.. honestly I am lost. I wanted to share something with you, though it has only been a week ago.. the feelings are still soo raw and I hope to pass this on to other people. I hope that no one else will have to deal with it.


I tucked my son into bed a week ago thinking that it would be another typical week night. The routine has been the same for the last few weeks. It has been : bath, brush teeth, bed story, kisses and hugs and prayers and then sleep.. He fell asleep pretty fast as he normally does, his little blue eyes finally closing after a long day of fun. I go outside for a bit on my porch and chat with the neighbors ( which live right across from me) and then manage to get tired enough to go to bed. Since we had bad weather I was watching a little bit of the weather channel and enjoying another quite night. I fall asleep and drift into a deep sleep. Suddenly I hear screaming and what sounds like vomiting. I rush out of my bed to meet my son in the hallway. I notice he is wheezing and is visibly having breathing issues, even in the shadows his skin looked pale. I put his nebulizer machine together and start to give him a breathing treatment. I notice that there are blotches on his skin and turn on the light. I noticed the hives and then noticed his lip color. He was having an allergic reaction, unfortunately not caught in time to give meds. I called his father to tell him to get ready to leave and meet us at the hospital. I called 911 and prepared to give him his epi pen.. As I was on the phone the fear washed over me, my son could die!! What did he eat, what could he have eaten here, the house is cleaned out of unsafe foods. I start to sob and sing to him to make him calm.. I noticed that the symptoms where not getting any better and administer it . I hear the click and then hear a loud sob.. I again started to sob and held my son still while the medicine injected. After the dose was given I see the color start to come back.. He is coming back to me.. By that time I am off the phone and the sirens are coming closer.. Good they will take him where he needs to go.. I put his nebulizer mask back on just to give him air and I pick him up and rock him .. I try to gather myself and start to sing to him... you are my sunshine.. I smile at him and tell him that he is the strongest little boy i have ever known.. All the while my head is dancing with thoughts.. I allow the medics to take him and transport  to the hospital, i stayed back home with the other two.. all the while i am on the phone with his father. After awhile his dad gets off the phone and i am left alone... in silence.. I go to his room to make his bed and ready it for him to get home.. praying that they will release him..

While all this took me an hour to write it took 5 short minutes and 1 Epi pen.. in that short amount of time, my son could have died... He could have taken his last breath..

What most people do not know is how fast that this happens.. Seconds count, not minutes.. please know that this can be any child... that a shell from a peanut or a handshake after and ice cream could be deadly..