Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Jacob's Story~Part 1



I need to tell the story about how our 9 year suffered unusual neurological symptoms just 'out of the blue' last September.
On September 1, 2010, my husband, Len, was on the way home from the hospital that I was admitted to due to a little blip in my pregnancy, when he recieved a call from our then 11 year old. It was 1:30 in the morning and Philip was calling to say that Jacob was crying because he had a horrible headache (the teenagers were all sleeping). When Lenny got home, he assessed the situation and decided he needed to bring Jacob to the emergency room. They gave him a CAT scan and an MRI, but couldn't find anything so they figured it was a sinus/ear infection. They gave him medicine and sent him home. We gave him his medicine for a few days and he seemed fine.
Two weeks later, Jacob started acting strange. He came into our bedroom around 9:30 at night and said that he knocked into some furniture and bumped his head and I remember saying to him that maybe we should get his eyes checked. He appeared to be fine~no bumps or anything. He walked out of the room and a few minutes later, one of the younger kids came to our door to say that Jacob was acting funny~breaking pencils and a ruler. I went to investigate. I remember asking him what he was doing and to stop breaking things. I thought maybe he was mad about something. Without saying anything, he started to go downstairs. I followed him. He sat down at the kitchen table and I went into the other room to do something. Lenny had decided to go to the store to get coffee for the morning. I can't remember who it was, but someone came to tell me that Jacob was breathing funny. I rushed into the kitchen and sure enough, Jacob was making this throaty, gurgling sound. It looked like he was about to have a seizure.
"Jacob, are you okay?", I asked.
He didn't say anything, but continued to make that strange sound.
I said, "Jacob, you're scaring me. Can you hear me? Can you breathe?"
He must have shook his head to say 'yes', because I remember feeling a tiny bit relieved.
I brought him into the living room and found that his legs gave out on him. I sat him on the couch. I told him that everything will be okay and that I will take care of him. He was somewhat stiff when I told him to lay down. He couldn't seem to relax his body.
He asked me if he was going to die. I reassured him that he wasn't, but boy, my heart just broke a little.
Then he started babbling, not making any sense at all.
I panicked!
I screamed for someone to call Dad!
"Hurry! Tell him it's an emergency!"
I was crying and screaming!
Jacob was breathing funny, couldn't walk and babbling~all the while wondering if he was going to die.
Something was terribly wrong with my little boy!