Community - It's not a new tv show

It's carnival time again. I hadn't planned on joining in this week because I couldn't come up with anything to write about. Okay, that's not exactly true. I could have come up with something, but it would have been fluff. Not even funny fluff. Just something to fill the space. A word to the wise: Be wary of wishing for writing material.

Sunday morning, I woke to the sound of a crash and then my husband yelling my name in a tone of voice that let me know that it was something horrible. I ran downstairs and into our office to find him on the floor with our daughter who was having a seizure. Shock. Panic. Fear. I grabbed the telephone and dialed 911 and tried to get help while listening to my husband tell my daughter to breathe. The operator told me to calm down as I watched my precious girl start to turn blue. I prayed to God to help her as I saw her color return. Somehow I made it through the phone conversation then dropped to the floor to hold my daughter. My husband ran outside to wait for the paramedics to arrive and I stayed with my girl and watched her look right through me as I talked to her and prayed. She just wasn't really there. Exhausted from her ordeal, she closed her eyes to sleep. I held her chest with one hand to make sure that her heart was still beating and with the other I stroked her sweet little freckled face. It took years for the minutes to pass while we waited for help to arrive. I stayed by her side as the paramedics checked her out and tried to ease her stress when she couldn't figure out what was going on. She was still incoherent, but was in a panic. I held her hand. I talked to her. But it was still too early. The seizure still too fresh. She needed time. I wanted my little girl back now.

My husband went with her in the ambulance so I could get dressed and throw things into a bag that my daughter might need. Clean jammies, clothes, a storybook, a beloved stuffed animal. Things I wanted her to need. Before I ran out the door to catch up to the ambulance, I stopped at the computer. After having a terrible time trying to find the correct keys, I managed to get out an email and a tweet on Twitter asking for prayers for my little girl. I sent out my plea to my little community because I knew that my friends would support my daughter with their petitions to God. What I didn't know is that the community was much larger than I had anticipated. Word spread and people I didn't even know were praying for my daughter. Like ripples on the water, my community was growing and spreading. It's an amazing and wonderful thing to see, and I know that the prayers are still going.

As for my daughter, she's been acting like her old self. There's running, giggling and smiling. There's complaining, whining and asking for more food. The doctors aren't in agreement as to what they think is going on. Some blame her diabetes saying she had low blood sugar. The neurologist says her blood sugar wasn't low enough to have caused the seizure and wants to do an EEG. The endocrinologist wants to do a full workup on her to see what can be found. So the mystery, as well as this mother's worry, goes on. Thankfully, I have a wonderful community around me who is covering my daughter in prayer and for that, I am so very grateful.

If you'd like to read what other carnival participants have to say, please check out the "One Word" blog carnival hosted this week by Bridget Chumbley. Also, there's the "What I Learned This Week" carnival at Musings of a Housewife.