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!
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!
