Have you experienced a good freak out moment lately?
I had all the makings for a major mama meltdown during this past Christmas vacation.
Jake had been wrestling with a super bad cough, and we’d talked about going to Urgent Care to get him checked out. Unfortunately with work and life and hockey, we let the cough go. Big mistake.
One night, just two days before Christmas, we’d been up late playing games (Settlers of Catan, if you’re curious) and hanging out. After a fun night, I headed up to bed, reminded Jake to take some cough medicine, and then drifted off to sleep.
At about 1 AM, my husband John woke me up and shared that Jake was having a hard time breathing. Jake had come into our room for help. I sleepily reminded John where an emergency inhaler is located, and encouraged John to have him give it a try. Next thing I know, Jake is gasping for air and saying he has chest pain. John quickly helps him onto our bed, when John declares, “Cindy, Jake can’t breathe.”
hopped flew out of bed and hurriedly dialed 911. Just like on TV, the emergency operator asked, “911, what’s your emergency?”
As I was anxiously answering the operator’s detailed questions, John was doing an excellent job monitoring Jake’s breathing and keeping him comfortable.
The operator quickly dispatched help, and within minutes, my bedroom was filled with three huge, helpful fireman, complete with their rescue gear. (The benefit of living down the street from a fire station.)
Jake continued to gasp for air, and John admitted later, he felt pretty certain Jake was going to lose consciousness right at that moment. Can you even imagine?!
Meanwhile I’m silently praying and pleading with God for His divine intervention, while listening for the EMT’s who should be arriving any moment, calling my mom and asking her to come and sit with the kids, listening to Rocky bark noisily from his kennel, and watching the firemen place an oxygen mask over Jake to help him catch his breath.
Next thing I know, Jake is on a gurney in the back of an ambulance (which lit up our whole street at 2 AM with its bright shiny lights–sorry, dear neighbors), and I am on the cold, gray front seat preparing to go for a late-night ambulance ride to the ER.
Is this even really happening? Is this some sort of weird dream?
I could hear the EMT talking to Jake while he was putting an IV into his strong hockey-playing arm, and before long we were downtown at the hospital, talking with nurses and doctors and ultrasound techs and paperwork people and supervisors.
The good news? Friends, Jake is fine. Whew. After tests and x-rays, they determined my boy had a bad case of bronchitis, which led to the shortness of breath and chest pains. After a good round of antibiotics, Jake is back to good as new.
Thank You, God — a. whole stinkin’ lot. Thank You!
What did I learn from this late-night adventure?
Was I a complete frazzled mess? Did I completely embarrass my husband and son?
I’ll continue this adventure tomorrow and share the 3 things that helped me through this messy crisis moment…
But how about you, dear bloggy friend?
When was the last time you found yourself in unsettling circumstances — wondering if you were somehow caught in the midst of some sort of wild and crazy dream? How did you cope? How do you make it through life’s messes?
I would love to hear from you!
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