Can life get any crazier?

So, I start a blog and then I'm derailed! I'd planned on keeping up on this and not procrastinating (for once!). But then a 8 day hospital stay changed my plans. Yes, a 8 day hospital stay. We were planning on Spencer's first visit to the specialists at the Skeletal Dysplasia Center at Akron Children's hopsital. Spencer was getting fussy after being in the car way longer then we wanted to be. I checked on him and told him to hang in there because we were less than 10 minutes from the hospital. He was fussy, but he was fine.

We arrived at the hospital, parked in the parking deck and got Spencer out of the car. That moment turned out to be the most terrifying, awful moment of my life. I looked down and Spencer was pale, foaming at the mouth, not breathing and totally non-responsive. I starting yelling his name and Scott was pinching his leg, but nothing. Not one single thing to reassure us that our precious little guy was okay.

So, we ran into the hospital, but the floor we parked on actually entered the Professional Building, which is mainly just offices. I shouted to the first person I saw, "Do you work here?" She said no, but that the lady walking down the hall did. I called out to her and said, "We need help now! My son is not breathing and not responding!!" She stepped into one of the offices and called a code blue. Within minutes we had a slew of people surrounding us in response to the code being called. Thank God Spencer had started breathing again by this point. It was shallow and lethargic to say the least, but at least I saw some life in him again.

They rushed us over to the main part of the hospital to the ER. I was on the verge of throwing up or passing out, but I knew I had to keep it together. The details of the next 8 days will be in the next blog. But re-living this, even just to write in here, is almost too much. All I know is holding your lifeless child is an experience I wouldn't wish on even my worst enemy.