When A Child Is Sick

6 Jun 2000 - When A Child Is Sick
Yesterday David wrote about his little daughter being very sick. (If you didn’t read it you ought to.)It reminded me of a time when Jamison was 14 months old. He had an ear infection. On Friday I had taken him to the doctor. He was given antibiotics. Every other time my children were put on antibiotic they seem to get well almost immediately. So that is what I expected from Jamison. He seemed better on Saturday morning. He wasn’t completely well but was improving. We had made plans to go out that night. So when he seemed better I decided to go ahead with our plans.
Paulette was to baby sit. Jamison was a little on the shy side as a baby with everyone. But for some reason he really didn’t like Paulette. Now he loves her and there is no problem but when he was that age he cried if I left him with her. So we made our plans late. Paulette was to come over after he was asleep.
He went to sleep and seemed fine. I put him in the crib and Paulette came and Calvin and I went out to dinner. We were gone about 2 hours. Paulette didn’t want to wake Jamison because she knew he would pitch a fit if he saw her there. So she would go to his room and not turn on the lights and not touch him to check on him.
When we got home Calvin had to drive Paulette home so they left right away. I went right in to check on Jamison. I just touched him lightly and could tell he was warm. So I came to the kitchen. I was fixing him a bottle of juice and I put some “fever drops” in the juice. I thought the cool juice would cool him off and the medicine would kick in soon after that. I went to his room and picked him up. He felt funny, very limp. I hadn’t turned the light on because Jordy was asleep in the same room. I walked to the kitchen patting him and telling him to wake up. When I got to the kitchen and could see I looked at him. His lips were blue. And his face just looked like wax. It scared me to death.
I don’t know what I was thinking. When I am rational I know that in an emergency I should call 911. But instead I called my mom and dad. Daddy answered. Right when daddy answered Jamison started shaking and he opened his eyes but they rolled back in his head. I honestly thought he was dying in my arms. I can't even put words to the horror I felt. It makes me feel sick just remembering it. My heart just breaks for parents that have lost a child.
I called 911. The woman on the phone told me that someone was on the way and told me to put Jamison flat on the floor. I did that. As soon as I did he looked better. Within 2 minutes (I was so impressed) a policeman was at the door. He was very sweet. Then in another couple of minutes the ambulance was here. Right behind them came my parents. Calvin had taken Paulette to the grocery store on the way home. I didn’t know why he was taking so long. But I had no way to tell him what was going on.
Jamison was taken to the hospital. He had several tests. For some unknown reason his fever shot up very very high very very fast. It caused him not to breathe as well as he should and to have the seizure. He was fine the next day. It was if it had never happened.
I cringe when I think of what would have happened if I hadn’t checked on him and then taken him out of the bed. I am thankful that God spared him that night.
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Just looked at today's date. I wrote about Jamison being very sick, nearly dying. I didn't realize till now that this is the anniversary of Calvin's brother's death. When Calvin was approx. 15 his brother, Richard, died. Richard was 24 I believe. He was a pilot and his plane crashed. I never met him, this was long before I met Calvin. From all I hear about Richard he was a special person, very bright and kind. I wish I had known him. I wish my children could have known an "Uncle Richard". From what I understand about him Jamison seems to be like Richard. I know the Sinclairs have a hole in their hearts from losing Richard.