“He stopped breathing and turned blue!” exclaimed a young mother to the 911 operator.
It was a cold winter night. As a mother went to check on her toddler son sleeping in his crib, she made a shocking discovery. The toddler had stopped breathing, his body was stiff as a stick, his eyes had popped wide open, and his skin had turned blue! The terrified mother immediately reached for the phone and dialed 911 for help. As she waited for the ambulance to arrive, the distraught mother performed CPR on the child. Just as the emergency medical technicians arrived at the front door, the little boy started breathing again. I was the small child who turned blue. I had just experienced my first grand mal seizure, and this incident was the beginning of my journey living with epilepsy.
I could have died on that cold winter night, but instead, I survived. My life was forever changed after the first grand mal seizure. In a split second, my life was transformed from a typical carefree person to one who had a disability. Since the first seizure, fear of what would happen to me when the next grand mal would occur was a constant worry in my life.
The seizures made my experience as a young …show more content…
My mother took me to physical therapists, occupational therapists, and speech therapists for treatments. Epilepsy affected my ability to walk. I had to wear leg braces to help me stand up and walk properly. Putting on and removing the leg braces and shoes was a cumbersome task. I hated that I had to wear the custom-made leg braces. They hurt my feet, but I had to use them in order to walk properly. Since I had difficulty with fine motor and gross motor skills when I was younger, I also attended therapy sessions with occupational therapists in order to improve my fine motor al movement skills. The occupational therapist taught me how to use utensils, and we worked on my handwriting
It was a cold winter night. As a mother went to check on her toddler son sleeping in his crib, she made a shocking discovery. The toddler had stopped breathing, his body was stiff as a stick, his eyes had popped wide open, and his skin had turned blue! The terrified mother immediately reached for the phone and dialed 911 for help. As she waited for the ambulance to arrive, the distraught mother performed CPR on the child. Just as the emergency medical technicians arrived at the front door, the little boy started breathing again. I was the small child who turned blue. I had just experienced my first grand mal seizure, and this incident was the beginning of my journey living with epilepsy.
I could have died on that cold winter night, but instead, I survived. My life was forever changed after the first grand mal seizure. In a split second, my life was transformed from a typical carefree person to one who had a disability. Since the first seizure, fear of what would happen to me when the next grand mal would occur was a constant worry in my life.
The seizures made my experience as a young …show more content…
My mother took me to physical therapists, occupational therapists, and speech therapists for treatments. Epilepsy affected my ability to walk. I had to wear leg braces to help me stand up and walk properly. Putting on and removing the leg braces and shoes was a cumbersome task. I hated that I had to wear the custom-made leg braces. They hurt my feet, but I had to use them in order to walk properly. Since I had difficulty with fine motor and gross motor skills when I was younger, I also attended therapy sessions with occupational therapists in order to improve my fine motor al movement skills. The occupational therapist taught me how to use utensils, and we worked on my handwriting