Emory's First (and Hopefully Last) Ambulance Ride

Last night was one of the scariest nights of my life! It was about 7:30 and we were getting ready to give Emory a bath just like every night. I decided to go to take a quick shower before her bath. She was being a little fussy, she was getting tired and hungry...but nothing out of the ordinary. The next thing I knew I heard Martin screaming. "Lindsay! She can't breath!" I ran out of the bathroom and Emory was limp in Martin's arms and starting to turn blue around her lips. I immediately called 911. As soon as I started to call I heard Emory start crying...which was a good thing because that meant she was breathing! She kept crying and breathing from here on out... thank goodness! The fire truck arrived first, and at this point Emory was starting to act pretty normal. She was even flirting with the fire fighters. She was looking at them and talking to them with her cute baby sounds. They checked her heart and her oxygen and every thing looked fine. The paramedics arrived finally, and they decided to take her to the hospital to have her checked out. Martin rode in the ambulance with her and I wasn't far behind. She slept the entire way to the hospital and seemed to be acting pretty normal.

When I arrived to the hospital they had her in an ER room in a precious little hospital gown. She seemed perfectly happy. She kept pulling the gown up trying to chew on it. She was acting like her normal happy self.

The doctor told us that she had a breath-holding spell. These spells are involuntary and can happen when they get upset. Apparently right before this happened, Emory started to cry very hard and then she couldn't catch her breath and that's when she stopped breathing. The doctor said that if she had been calm and then suddenly couldn't breath then he would be very worried, but since she was upset and crying before she couldn't breath he was not worried about it. So after a few hours in the ER they sent us home.

We are so thankful that this was not something more serious. Of course it would scare anyone if their child stopped breathing...I am just so happy that there wasn't some serious underlying problem. I'm just extremely nervous that this will happen again. I also am afraid that I will never get a good night's sleep again, because I will constantly be checking to make sure she is breathing!

Today Emory is 100% back to normal. We are very blessed to have a happy, healthy baby. Just praying that this never ever happens again!