Fun Times at the ER

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Yesterday I took Taryn to daycare at about 10:30am. I had to go up to Monticello to meet the two teachers I will be student teaching with next semester. An hour later, daycare called. Taryn had a fever of 102. Ugh.

Late last night, Taryn woke up crying. As I rocked her, I felt her jerking. At first I thought she was just getting the chills from her fever. But, as it happened a few more times, I realized it was more like convulsions. I sat her down on the couch so I could see what was happening. I was pretty darn sure it was a seizure.

As I walked the fine line between sanity and totally freaked out, I called my mom. She told me to go to the ER. And thus, started our night at the ER.
It turns out that Taryn had a Febrile Seizure. Apparently babies and young children can get these when their fever spikes up quickly. While at the ER, Taryn had to get a catheter, blood had to be drawn, she had to have chest x-rays, she got a shot and had to take some medications in the form of suppositories. Fun. I'm just REALLY glad that she is too young to remember this for the rest of her life. Now, if only I could forget!

If I had to use one word to describe our fellow ER-goers... It would probably have to be freak-o's. You don't have actual rooms, just curtained partitions, so you can hear pretty much everything that is going on with the other patients. There were a couple that I could tell were just trying to get some meds, but my favorite was a 16-year old boy who was 2 partitions down. When the doctor asked him what was wrong he said that he was having pain in his "jewels". Yeah... Don't use such technical lingo dude!

Anyway, we finally got out of there at 4am... FIVE hours after we got there. I am really hoping that Taryn doesn't have to make anymore trips to the ER in the forseeable future. Or, like, ever!