So...

I sat down a few times this week to write a few posts I've had stewing in my mind.
* I still haven't reported on the completely of my six week plan.
* I had some things to say about a big change that happened in our family last weekend and the immense amount of love we felt from extended family that came to support us.
* I sat down tonight to post about all of the Halloween festivities all week, including pictures of the Daughters in their costumes.
* I even thought about confessing about all of the treats, candy, and junk I have been uncontrollably consuming.
* I've been mostly wanting to share, and debating about sharing, the most terrifying experience of my life that happened this week.

But the truth is, none of those things seemed to matter much.
I thought my baby died in my arms this week, and for a moment my life turned upside down.

Long story short...

Thursday afternoon Third Daughter woke up with a high fever of 103. She had been fine that morning with no signs of illness. I called the doctor, mostly because the fever came on so fast. The nurse told me to just wait for other symptoms and to treat the fever. Later that night, after I put First and Second Daughter to bed, Third Daughter had a seizure. She was lying next to me in my bed. I quickly scooped her up (while she was still seizing) and brought her with me into the kitchen so I could call the doctor. Before I could dial, Third Daughter stopped breathing, turned purple, and went limp in my arms. I called 911 instead.

By the time the EMTs and Husband got to our house, Third Daughter was breathing again and her color had returned, even though she was still limp, her eyes were still rolled back into her head, and she was completely non-responsive. I knew she was alive, but I still didn't know what had happened to her or if she was going to be ok. Apparently her seizure was brought on by her fever spiking so fast (which I didn't know could happen) and she was going to be just fine. We still took her to the hospital to get checked out. By 10:30 her fever was breaking and she was acting more like herself.

She is OK.
She is healthy and back to her normal self.
The doctors determined that she had a virus and the seizure was in fact caused by the fever.
Apparently that is not an uncommon thing.
By Friday afternoon her fever was gone and she was perfectly fine.
Except for being a bit afraid to be left alone in her crib at night, she isn't showing any signs of being effected much by the seizure.

So...
I feel it my duty to share the fact that babies could possibly have a seizure from a high fever.
I had no idea.
Now I do.
The whole fiasco would have been a lot less terrifying had I been more informed on seizures and possible effects of high fevers. Don't get me wrong, it still would have been scary, but it would've been better. Needless to say, I learned A LOT this week and feel more prepared if (heaven forbid) we ever go through this again.

I am so thankful that my baby girl is ok.
I am so thankful for the priesthood.
I am so thankful for Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ, for watching over and protecting our family.
I am so thankful for the comfort, hope, and peace the gospel of Jesus Christ brings.
I am so thankful for friends and doctors that were so quick and able to help.
I am so thankful that our time was not cut short with our sweet baby girl.
I am so thankful that our family is sealed together forever, so that if the unthinkable and unbearable did happen, I know we would be together again.
I am so thankful that the whole thing is over.
I am just so thankful. (but still a little bit shaken)

Thank you all for your love and concern.
We truly are blessed to have so many wonderful people in our lives.