A small scare

Last night Jack had another little episode similar to the one that took us to the ER a few weeks ago, only this time he did it while being watched by Grandma and Grandpa. Hardy is out of town for work and I had a Christmas party with some friends so my parents had agreed to watch him for a few hours. He was doing great until suddenly he wasn't, and he cried until he went limp, glassy eyed and was gasping for air. That's when my dad finally decided thay had better call me. I freaked out, threw my fondue pots in the car and rushed to their house.

I called cardiology and like last time was again advised to bring him in if he didn't calm down within the next little while. He finally started breathing normally so I decided to take him home, but I was really nervous to have him in the back seat alone. Thankfully my mother offered to come stay the night and ride in the back with him. I was extra glad she came with me after he started throwing up when we got home, but ultimately I think that helped him clear out some of the fluid that was building up and he wound up having a pretty good night. So far he hasn't developed any symptoms of being sick today. He's just been extra tired, but still cute and smiley.

I've heard things get easier after the next surgery, so let's hope that's true. I think he'll be getting his Glenn in about 6 weeks or so, so hopefully that will help and major crying fits won't be quite so awful in the future.