We then moved to a back room where I waited for the doctor.
The room was warm. Stuffy. The air felt thick with heat. I wished there was a
window to be opened. The stale room needed fresh air. Pricks of sweat started
to itch my back.
When the doctor finally appeared, I gave the rundown of Jase’s
symptoms. She carefully examined him as he laid atop the white, crackly paper
on the table. Everything seemed to check out.
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| (Minutes before his first seizure.) |
As she walked back to her desk, something frightened me
about the way Jase looked. He was still lying on his back. His eyes were open,
but the life inside him seemed gone. His eyes didn’t move, they just stared off
into the distance. His chest moved up and down with short breaths. His arms and
legs were limp.
Everything seemed to
slow down to an other worldly pace. In a panicked tone I gasped, “What’s wrong
with him? Something’s wrong!” The doctor hurried back over to the exam table
and stuck the stethoscope to his chest. She called, “Jase? Buddy?”
“God. God!” flew out of my mouth. I had nothing else to
offer in my desperation. The doctor patted Jase’s enflamed, glowing cheeks and
continued to say his name. I continued to speak the Name of God. It was probably
just a few minutes that went by when Jase began to look more alert. Though his
body remained weak, his eyes slowly showed life again. Eventually the doctor
told me to pick Jase up and get him dressed. She was going to get another
doctor. I scooped him up into my arms and wept. I continued to cry out, “Oh
God. Oh God!” Clinging to His great name gave me hope. The more I said it, the
more peace came over me.
When the two doctors returned, they both appeared calm. The
words “febrile seizure” were mentioned- the first time I had ever heard those
words. They assured me Jase would be alright, and the spike in his temperature
caused the seizure. He would probably take a long nap. We were out the door as
if we had just experienced any regular appointment.
In the short amount of time spent at that office I felt I
had aged. Maybe it was a spiritual aging. I had turned to my God, and His presence
was palpable in that exam room. His presence left me thankful. He allowed Jase’s
first seizure to happen with our own pediatrician in the room. He gave us
answers through an X-ray that Jase had pneumonia. We were able to treat his
sickness with antibiotics. A friend drove my Mom down to help me- a
five hour round trip for her. Other friends brought us dinner. Such expressions
of God’s great love for us! Such ways He filled us with peace.
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| (The day we found out he had pneumonia.) |
All it took was one name.
