So, now that you know that Acadia is perfectly fine after our adventure in the ER, I thought I could share the lighter side of calling 911...
As I had said, I bolted from my bed when I initially heard Acadia start to convulse- I grabbed her and ran to the bathroom. I am pretty sure my heart had stopped beating. I was completely and utterly focused on her and what Colby was telling me from the 911 operator. I had this odd tunnel vision that could not move from her. I could not think of anything but saving her. But, in the back of my head, was the itty bittyest little thought, "I am completely buck naked here. This might be awkward when the paramedics arrive." Of course, it did not even enter my mind to go dress myself... I could not have left her side for even one second. I didn't care what condition I was in, I needed to be there for her. Thankfully, Colby was a little more proactive than me. As he went down to let the paramedics in, he threw some clothes at me. I quickly dressed before they got upstairs.
When all the testing and drama was done in the ER and I felt like I could breathe again- I realized I wasn't really dressed in much... jeans, a very light tank top and... no bra! I started to become a little uncomfortable then because, well... let's just say the AC was working well. Luckily, Acadia was in the mood to cuddle on my chest.
I am sure they have seen way worse than me in the ER, it just goes back to the old adage about wearing clean underwear in case you get in an accident. I guess that also means make sure you are wearing underwear. Not only will Acadia be in our room until she's 10, I will be wearing jeans, a sweatshirt and a bra to bed now!
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