After church Wesley fell asleep on the couch while we were visiting with a friend in our living room. Joyce noticed Wesley’s expression with his eyes wide open and said “is he okay?”
One glance at him and I saw that face I saw when he looked at me (without seeing me) during the long scary seizure at home just before Thanksgiving. I flashed back to our race to Erlanger East and his dusky face that wouldn’t wake up.
Wesley was having another seizure. It was a fear I kept tucked away in the back of my mind, but now I was staring at it’s realty.
On the floor-check.
Head turned to side-check.
Start timing my watch-check.
I grabbed the diazepam our pediatric neurologist from home sent with us in case this happened again. I knew exactly where it was. I supposed it would probably expire someday and I’d never use it. Now it was in my hand.
Now here is where I started feeling God’s gentle hug through it all. Dr Lauren is a pediatrician from Loma Linda University in the States and she has been working in the city of Lusaka, Zambia. She just happened to be visiting our rural campus today and was planning to go on an outreach visit nearby. I was sure she must have left by this time but I though it wouldn’t hurt to call and see if she was still around. I was able to reach who she was staying with and found out they were only just about to leave. She ran over within a few minutes and stayed with us throughout the rest of his seizure. She answered all my questions and calmed my mommy heart.
We decided together when it was time to give the diazepam. After about 10 minutes of seizing, it ended. His little dusky face turned pink and my heart relaxed again. We changed him and cleaned up the yucky mess he was in (wet clothes and vomit). He was resting now, postictal, but I knew he was okay.
It was so reassuring to have a pediatrician here right by our side as we went through this. I couldn’t have scheduled a thousand appointments to time it right in the States, but I move out to Zambia and God brings a pediatric doctor to my living room. If he would have not had that incident at home before we left, I wouldn’t have been prepared with the emergency medication I have now. But I had what I needed and am thankful. I am thankful I was home when it happened. Many Saturday afternoons I’m away from home and was invited to join an outreach today, but declined. And who keeps a baby bulb syringe in their purse? Well, my friend Michelle recently did some cleaning and asked me if I could use it in the clinic. I had in my bag for weeks and kept forgetting to take it out. But I just happened to remember it was still in there and so retrieved it to suction out Wesley’s mouth during the whole ordeal.
I also had an overwhelming appreciation for the doctors at home who encouraged us to do a thorough checkup with the EEGs and MRI. Those all came back clear so I have a peace of mind about that. If we wouldn’t have done those tests just weeks before moving here, I would have had a hundred more questions right now and no reassurance.
There’s one more vial left of diazepam. Not sure how to access any more if he has another one. But I know somehow it will all work out. God prepared us for this, I think He’ll continue to lead, guide, and provide in the future if need be.
But I do prefer this not become a thing.
Thanks for listening to this written outlet of a mother’s heart.
I mean, he’s my boy.