Scary day

This is the time of year when everything is supposed to be happy and magical. Yesterday, though, we had a scare.
Emma started to come down with something on Monday night, and she had a fever. Come Tuesday morning, both kids had a bad fever (Emma was over 102 degrees, and Matt wasn't far behind). By the evening, Matt was doing better, and running around like always. Upon looking in his mouth, I noticed that he had 4 molars and an eye tooth that came in, so I think that was where the fever was from. Emma, though, was pretty lethargic all day long, and I couldn't get her temp down below 100 degrees. Wednesday, Matt was his usual self again, and Emma was still sick. Same with Thursday. Friday morning, Matt woke up pretty early, and was moaning...I could tell he wasn't feeling well. Hes just wasn't interested in moving around at all (and he is normally a very active little boy). Emma started off feeling great, but within 45 minutes of getting up, she was once again lethargic and glassy-eyed. Both kids had stuffy noses and were coughing. So, I put both kids in our bed so the could rest and watch TV. Matt didn't even move all morning long! I was doing all of the things that I thought I was supposed to do...Tylenol, lots of liquids, and lukewarm baths. About 1:00 Matt was finally interested in getting up, so he got up and played. Emma wanted to read stories, so she came out to the couch in the living room. The rest of the afternoon went as normal, and I prepared to go to work (and I was very excited, as I had missed the previous 3 days since the kids were sick). My mom came over to watch the kids for a bit, they all settled down on the couch with Emma's favorite "Charlie Brown Christmas", and I took off to go to work at 3:45. When I walked into work right before 4:00, one of the managers handed me a phone and told me to call my mom. I said "I just left home, I'll call her later". She said "No. You need to call your mom right now. Go into the backroom and call her RIGHT NOW". OK. This was starting to make me panic a little bit. So, I got into the back and called home, and when mom answered, she told me that the paramedics were at my house, because Matthew had a bad seizure, was having a difficult time breathing, and had been unresponsive for about 8 minutes. Now, Matthew had never really even been sick before, let alone had a seizure, so my mind just started to race. She put a paramedic on the phone, who explained what they were doing to me, and said I should meet them at the hospital. I am so thankful that it was my mother who was with the kids while it was happening, because she had the presence of mind to react properly, and call for assistance. I was shaking and crying, and thankfully the people at work were not about to let me get into the car on my own, and they offered to drive me to the hospital. Knowing that I needed to have my car because of the car seats, I decided to call Garry. Garry was on his way from work, so I asked him to pick me up as he got into town. The wait seemed to last for an eternity, but finally he arrived, and we were able to get to the hospital. All I could keep telling myself was that our little Matt was in a safe place with doctors who know what to do, and that he was OK. We got to the hospital and were led back to the room in the emergency department where Matt was staying, and the first thing that I did was crawl into the bed with him and snuggle him. He was crying, and kept saying "My mommy. My daddy". We were in the E.R. for about 3 hours, and Matthew really was a trooper, because the nurses really picked on him. He had blood drawn, chest X-Rays, a deep-suctioning of his nose, and cleaning in his ears, among other things. I think the very first thing they did was to get a culture from his nose. Poor little guy just kept crying, and I could do nothing more than hold him, sing to him, and caress his face. I wanted to cry. In the end, thankfully, there was nothing serious. He has a sinus and mild upper respiratory infection, and has been put on antibiotics. He had a febrile seizure, which happens from a fast spike in a child's temperature. See this link for some intersting information: http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/febrile-seizure/DS00346. Apparently, Matt is prone to have the seizures when he has a high temp, so I am going to have to be especially vigilant in keeping it down!
I have spent all day today kissing the kids and holding them tight, and administering more Motrin and Tylenol, in an effort to keep their temps down. It has been hard. Matt's temp went to 103 again this afternoon, despite Tylenol and Popsicles. Again, he was lethargic and wouldn't move. But, within about 90 minutes, he was back to himself again. This sure is a nasty bug that they have, and I don't know where it could have come from. Garry started to feel poorly today, too, and also has hardly moved. As for me, well, I feel fine...totally overwhelmed and exhausted, but fine. In fact, I just realized that it is 10:45, and everyone has been asleep for a little over an hour. WHAT THE HECK AM I STILL DOING UP??? I am going to go to bed now, and maybe, just maybe, I will be able to get 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep! Unreal! So, please send up a quick prayer asking for my little angels to feel better soon. This has gone on long enough, and they want to be healthy for Christmas!