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About a month and a half ago, our little guy had what we think was a febrile seizure while his nanny was watching him. He spent the day at the Dell Children’s Hospital (a remarkable facility that we are fortunate to have here in Austin) getting a CAT scan. A few days later he had an EEG.
All results were normal and we hoped that would be the end of it.
The, last week while my wife was visiting her parents with little Cash, she noticed some unusual arm shaking — what she described as Parkinsons-like trembling in both arms. This happened again several times on Friday evening. My alarmed wife called the Pediatrician, who advised us to take him to the hospital immediately.
So, about 7:30 p.m. on Friday, we were back at Dell’s Children Hospital (wow…lots and lots of folks using the ER as their “primary care physician here in Central Texas on a Friday night). Because of the seizure and prior admittance for same (and because, unlike most folks in the ER that night, we have insurance), we were only in the waiting room for about 30 minutes before being ushered to a private ER room.
The nurses quickly got Cash hooked up to some monitors, but needed to insert an IV line to draw some blood, and as a precaution in case he started seizing they could administer medications to help him:
For the next 6 hours, we were held in ER while they monitored baby Cash and before a Neurologist was finally able to see him. Based on his recommendation, we were admitted to the hospital and moved to a room on the third floor for overnight observation.
A couple of notes about our room: it was huge. Probably a bit more than twice as large as the maternity room we were in for our 5-day stay at St. David’s when Cash was born. And it was much, much more comfortable for sitting around with our baby boy.
Except for the fold out chair/bed thing that we slept on that nigh. Which was designed, apparently for children, rather than adults, to sleep on. My poor, lovely wife, ended up sleeping for about a total of 1.5 hours over the course of 36 hours during this entire ordeal.
Earl the next morning, this large Egret landed outside of our window, and stayed there until at just before we were finally discharged (around 4:00 p.m. on Saturday):
The following morning, Cash was scheduled for another EEG. Which, he tried to be a trooper about, but he was not happy camper after a long, long night of poking and prodding:
Thankfully, the results of the EEG, blood work, and other tests were all normal. The doctor’s final diagnosis was: Abnormal Arm Movements (which we’ve since changed to CAS: Crazy Arm Syndrome) and Over-cautious Mother.
After a long, long 21 ours in the hospital and just a couple hours of sleep, we finally got to go home. Happy and healthy, if not a bit tired.
So, how has your weekend been?