Right after she vomited the first first responder arrived. It was a female police officer. Immediately right after, the fire department showed up, and then the ambulance. The paramedic cradled Melody in his arms as he took her over to the ambulance. Thankfully, Melody never stopped breathing during the seizure. She was agitated and uncomfortable. I was holding her in my arms while I sat on the gurney. Her temp on the ambulance was 99, but when they took it again in the hospital it was 102.
I forgot to finish this, sorry for the abrupt end to my story. While at the hospital, she was given a chest x-ray to find out the possible cause to her temperature. The doctor determined it was pneumonia, and she was given antibiotics through an IV. We were also given a prescription for antibiotics to continue at home. We took Melody to the pediatrian the following morning. She seemed to be doing a lot better, and her temperature was normal. She was still not herself, and the doctor wasn't completely convinced she even had pneumonia. Her chest sounded clear to her, and the chest x-ray only showed a slight spot that might indicate pneumonia. It could also just be bronchitis.
My parents were watching the boys, so John and I took care of some quick errands we needed to do. We also filled Melody's antibiotics prescription. We gave her the antibiotics, and I also gave her some ibuprofen. She was starting to feel warm. I took her temperature, and it was 103.5. I decided to nurse her while I was waiting for the meds to kick in. While I was nursing her, I noticed her just staring straight ahead, and not responding to me. Her eyes kept rolling up, and she started making a slight flapping movement with her hands. John and I quickly got her in the car, and we drove back to the hospital. I was pretty sure she was having a seizure again, except this one was completely different looking than the first. It's also unusually for a child to have two febrile seizures so close together in time according to the doctors. The seizures were only 18 hours apart.
We arrived at Littleton Hospital, and they took us right away. We went to the Children's After Hours location of the ER. It had just closed the evening before when we arrived the first time. Melody had stopped the flapping movement, but she remained unresponsive. She kept smacking her lips together, and posturing her hands and feet. While they were doing her vitals and checking us in, Melody vomited again. This time was a lot more than the first seizure. She was just so lethargic and unresponsive. After the first seizure, she was agitated. This one, she seemed to not have a care in the world. They were trying to find a vein to take blood for a CBC, and she just didn't react to being poked over and over again. I, however, wanted to hurt somebody, because I didn't like how they just couldn't find a vein. Watching your baby being treated like that brings out the mama bear in me. Eventually Melody had enough of the poking, and she started to cry from it. After some more poking they were finally able to take blood. They were very close to going with a vein in the head, but they didn't have to.
The doctor who took care of Melody also didn't think she had pneumonia. She also spoke to neurology, and we needed to set-up an appointment for an EEG. They observed Melody a little longer, but she was doing better, so they sent us home. We went to our pediatrian the next day, and he was also convinced it wasn't pneumonia. She had broke out in a rash briefly, and he was thinking roseola. He said it most likely is viral what Melody has, and he was find we me discontinuing the antibiotics. They wouldn't make a difference for a viral infection anyways. I was fine with that decision, especially since the antibiotics were doing a number on her intestines. The CBC did show that Melody was anemic. I needed to give her iron supplements. The picture below on the stairs were from right before her second seizure. The one below that was when she was resting on me after the second seizure. I'll update my blog about her EEG tomorrow.
