Write about: the scream.
To quote myself from yesterday: "Back to the garden tomorrow."
To quote myself just now, after reading that: "Or not."
Around five o'clock this morning Max woke up screaming.
This was not a hungry scream. This was not a bumped head against the crib scream. This was not a bad dream scream.
This was a pain scream. An acute, unrelenting pain scream.
We've never seen him so inconsolable. He wouldn't eat, changing him did nothing. Eventually he stopped though, which was very briefly great.
And then he started to go limp while gasping for breath.
I'm reasonably certain that I have never been so terrified in my entire life.
We called 911 but by the time the ambulance arrived Max was doing much better. As they were loading him and Kat into the back so that they could take him to the hospital in Oliver he was already smiling and acting more like his usual self.
The emergency room doctor in Oliver couldn't tell us what happened but was reasonably sure it wouldn't happen again. Just one of those things that happens to babies sometimes. But if we wanted a second opinion we were welcome to head to Penticton to see a pediatrician.
The pediatrician also couldn't tell us what had happened, but he did want to keep Max overnight for observation. So I went home to collect some of our things while Kat stayed with him. By the time I got back Max had been doing so well for so long that the pediatrician changed his mind and offered to let us go home.
We chose instead to spend the night at Kat's aunt and uncle's place in Penticton, just five minutes away from the hospital.
Max is still doing great, which is a relief. Hopefully this was in fact a one time deal and we won't have to deal with a day like this ever again.