This morning brought one of the scariest moments of my life.
Toby signed himself out of school because he had been throwing up from a stomach bug that had been going around. He came home, went to bed and got right back up to puke. He went to bed again and within a few minutes was in the bathroom puking again but this time, he ended up laying on the floor and not in his bed. I heard a loud crash and found Toby laying on the bathroom floor. As I turned him over my lap, all I saw were his eyes wide open but he wasn’t breathing. I kept screaming “Toby” over and over again but no response, no movement, no breathe. He had hit his head on the bathroom counter, right on his temple.
My husband clearly heard that tone in my voice and ran to us. He quickly threw me out of the way and put Toby in his arms. He yelled at me to call 911 and in that couple of minutes, everything was a blur to me. Noe was beating Toby’s chest trying to get him to breathe while I was frantically calling in. I had to repeat my address 3 times and explain what happened more than once. The ambulance was on their way but it’s a 30 minute drive to our house from the closest hospital. And we have an address that UPS & Fedex don’t like so I imagine 911 doesn’t like it either. In order to find my house, the dispatcher at the sheriff’s office called me to get directions. There was a cop and sheriff escorting the ambulance to make sure my house was found.
By the time they arrived, Toby was starting to make sense and talk a little bit. He was still laying down because he when he tried to move, he got dizzy. He seemed okay, considering. The ambulance took him in, they ran tests and said that he had a vasovagal episode.
Vasovagal syncope (vay-zoh-VAY-gul SING-kuh-pee) is one of the most common causes of fainting. Vasovagal syncope occurs when your body overreacts to certain triggers, such as the sight of blood or extreme emotional distress. The vasovagal syncope trigger causes a sudden drop in your heart rate and blood pressure. That leads to reduced blood flow to your brain, which results in a brief loss of consciousness.
Sounds like it’s no biggie but that’s not how it felt to me. Doctor said that most likely, he was breathing but only 2-4 breaths per minute, which is normal when someone is ‘knocked out’. We normally breathe around 18 breaths per minute so it would look as though he wasn’t. However, I still don’t think he was. It took my husband a few minutes of beating his chest and then Toby was moaning & grunting while trying to gasp for air. When he came too, he sorta freaked out and his arms were jerking, etc but my husband held him. Toby said that when he woke up, he felt like he had been dreaming but everything was blurry. He doesn’t remember much from it. He’s okay.
Let me tell you why this is a God moment now.
I had been to Mom 2.0 for 4 days. I got home to find everyone sick with stomach bug. I had been procrastinating ,due to a busy schedule, with a post that was due. I needed to paint Truett’s room. That’s a lot of work you know? I was already behind as far as due date. I had no desire to do it the prior morning. That night, I had been praying about all of us. Asking God to keep us safe from bad influences, harm, etc. I woke up this morning feeling fresh and had an overwhelming feeling to paint so when Toby showed up from signing himself out of school, I was doing just that, painting. Everything started to happen as I explained at the beginning. But this is what makes it a God moment………
I have had well over two weeks to paint. Had not touched it once. I had prayed the night before for my family. I woke up feeling I needed to paint. Toby came home sick. I am NEVER in Truett’s room or on that side of the house during the day. I am always in my room, working on the computer. Had I not been painting, I would have never heard Toby fall. Had it not been lunch time, my husband would have not been here to get Toby breathing. This is a God moment because I prayed for my family hard that night. It’s a God moment because I had an overwhelming desire to paint on this particular day, on a day that God knew what would happen in that bathroom. It all happened during lunch which is the only time my husband is even close to the house. You tell me that’s not a God moment. What would have happened had I not been painting and heard Toby fall??? What would have happened if it had happened any other time than lunch on that day?? I learned that I do not do well in these situations and it all happened the way it did for a reason.
Thank You God for allowing his injury to be minimal, knowing it could have been so much worse under other circumstances. I know that You were right there listening to my prayers, guiding the day and prompting my heart.
I love you Toby!