It wasn't fever induced. He fell. He was sitting on the couch and underestimated the end of it (I think his depth perception might still need some developping) and he fell on his hands and knees pretty hard. I went and picked him up because he has started to cry, but you know that silence in between breaths when they're crying? He couldn't catch his breath, and his tongue rolled back. I laid him down on my lap and rubbed his belly trying to calm him down. He stopped crying and his eyes went blank, his body went stiff and he was breathing funny, making these noices like he was sleeping. It was really scary. It only lasted long enough for me to say his name and to think about calling 911. Then he started crying again. I wasn't positive that it was a seizure because he didn't convulse and it was so short. I took him to the basement where I keep their bins, got his emergency contact info and by the time I had left a message for his dad, he'd stopped crying. I put him in a highchair, gave him his soother and a glass of water and he was quickly back to normal. Meanwhile, I was shaking so much I could barely dial the numbers. I couldn't get a hold of anyone! None of the emergency contact people were asnwering. I called my mom, who lives down the street, and she came over and watched the other kids so I could call around. I finally got a hold of his dad and he said he would be there asap.

They took him to the ER but obviously the dr couldn't diagnose anything. I REALLY hope it was an isolated incident. I had to take a gravol to go to sleep last night because I kept reliving it over and over. Now that I think about it, the only other thing it could have been was him on the cusp of passing out from now being able to catch his breath. But he was breathing, they were really shallow short breaths, but it would have been that.

Scarriest moment of my life.