Very Scary Sunday

What started as a very normal Sunday quickly became a very scary one. We were in church when W started telling me that he didn't feel very well but couldn't figure out what it was. We were both sitting and singing the songs after the message, when he completely passed out next to me. He was leaning on the chair ahead of him when it happened so I tried to push him back into his seat to see if he would wake up.

When he wasn't responding, I stood up & starting looking around frantically for help. People were standing up & singing so I couldn't really point out who I should get to help us. Thankfully, someone saw me & within seconds a friend, who is a firefighter, was crouched next to William (we were along the aisle way in the back), asking what had happened. I had no clue. He quickly picked up William while two other guys (who happen to be EMTs) joined in to help. And I just broke down, doubled over, and started balling--kudos to my already hormone-charged self. Our friend, Megan, who was sitting next to me, grabbed me & walked me out to where the guys took W. I just couldn't stop crying. I was so petrified.

W was laying on a sofa in the entry way & had regained consciousness while being carried out of the sanctuary. Paramedics arrived really quickly, started taking his stats and getting him into the ambulance. Megan drove a very frenzied and fragile me to the hospital to meet up with him and my parents joined us there. We spent 5 hours in the E.R. where they loaded W with IV liquid. All the symptoms pointed to dehydration and after almost 3000 mL of IV, W was feeling much better with re-gained face color & all the talkativeness that goes with it!

We're both feeling better and recovering well. W was back at school today, although he didn't bike. :) I spent most of last night, waking up just to make sure he was still breathing. Silly, I know. But just thinking about the potential of losing my husband can still create buckets of tears. (No more tear-jerker books either for book club while I'm still prego!)

(Loads of fun pealing all of these off when your hubby is hairy!! :))

It was definitely a terrifying event, mostly for me and I try to get those early moments of trying to wake him up & looking for help out of my brain. Weird, how such strong images can burn into our memories. I'm also eternally grateful for those guys who jumped up to help us within seconds. God is gracious and we are fragile. One moment things are fine, the next they are not. I'm just so not a good person in these types of situations. I feel like I'm over-affected and overly emotional. I'm not good at keeping my cool. I'm totally going to be that "Debbie-downer" mother who "suppresses all the fun" because she worries too much. Gosh, I really thought I'd *never ever* be that girl when I was a teen. Amazing what marriage and pregnancy can do to a once irresponsible teenage girl. Now I have too many invaluable things in my life... too much to lose. I'm truly NOT in control. This simple fact scares me. Yet humbles me.