Scariest day ever

Last Thursday, January 30th, my son had a seizure. It was the most terrifying moment of my life. He woke up later than usual but seemed fine. About an hour later he vomited a little. At 10 am he had a seizure. He then stopped breathing. We were able to get him breathing again in less than a minute. We (my sister and I) then wrapped my son in a blanket and set off looking for someone with a car to take us to the ER. You see, we don't have an ambulance here, and it's an hour wait for one to show up and then another hour to the hospital, so driving to the hospital is faster. Luckily, the first neighbor we asked gave us a ride. We made the one hour trip in about forty minutes, during which time I ran through every possible scenario in my head and most weren't good. By the time we reached the hospital my son was coming around a little bit. He had been out for over an hour at this point and had a second seizure while we were driving.

At the hospital he drifted back out. They did a CT scan, lumbar puncture, chest x-ray, and blood tests. All came back normal. My son had two seizures in one day, and everything was fine. He was lying there, drifting in and out of consciousness but nothing was wrong. He didn't completely regain consciousness until 11pm. But nothing was wrong on any of the tests. He didn't get an MRI because the hospital we went to doesn't have an MRI machine. He will be getting an MRI, but we have to wait three weeks for him to see his doctor and get a referral. In the meantime, I am terrified every second of every day.

To make matters worse, there are some people (his father among them) who don't believe he had a seizure. Some people (none of whom were present during the seizures) think he was just "shivering" after vomiting. He wasn't. There's a huge difference between shivering and seizing. I know the difference.