My 2 year old daughter Sydney Kate had a febrile seizure last Monday. They're supposedly very common in kids and they grow out of them, but that's not to say they're not very scary, for kids and parents. I got the call from Krista, and by the time I got home, the fire fighters and paramedics were already surrounding Syd and putting in
an IV. I helped hold her legs down while they put in the needle and wrapped her arm in an arm board to keep it in. I then rode in the ambulance with Syd to the hospital while the paramedics (one senior paramedic and a trainee) gave her some oxygen, and monitored her pulse, pulse/ox, breathing, and other vital signs while I held her hand and talked to her.
We then got to the emergency room at the hospital where we were checked into our own room. Krista dropped off Brooklyn at some neighbors until her parents could watch her, and then came to the hospital with her sister, 'Auntie RoRo', as our girls call her. The paramedics brought her in, where she was cared for by a couple of doctors and numerous support staff. Syd was scared, but certainly cared for. As I was sitting there, confident that Sydney Kate had the best care possible and loving family surrounding her, the thought popped into my head of what a child in Haiti might be going through.
A little 2 year old girl, almost 3, who may be sick or very hurt. She's wandering around, and may or may not be able to find her parents, or family, she's lost and scared, and there may be no one to help her. Syd was frightened, but she probably had 20 medical professionals help her at one time or another, to go along with two parents and an aunt. I just can't imagine what's going through the mind of that 2 year old, lost and alone.
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