Just to balance the other thread, I wanted to post about my experiences last night at the ER. My son Avery had a febrile seizure last night in the Target parking lot, which was about the scariest parenting moment I've ever had. Despite a difference of opinion about the role his vax shot had in his seizure, the ER doc was very supportive of me breastfeeding my 1 y.o. son pretty much the whole four hours he was there. When we got there, my son was screaming and confused, and as soon as they took his temp and checked respiration, I told them I wanted to nurse him. Everyone was supportive, offering me a pillow, etc. The doctor asked me if I wanted the curtain shut, and I told him I didn't really care. He said, "Great! It took my wife three babies to get to that point, but by our fourth she could do just about anything while she was nursing!" He then checked Avery's ears while he was latched, laughing a little at our acrobatics to get to the underside ear while still latched. Later, the lab person (what's the term for them? Phleboto-somethings?) came and did the blood-taking off his finger while Avery popped on and off the breast, and never a single comment other than, "Wow, he's being so good!" Then, we nursed all the way down the hall to the CT scan, and the nurse said to the radiologist, "Well, she's got this one nice and calm by nursing him, so he should be just fine!" Finally, as we were leaving, our nurse said, "Oh, it's so good to see him nursing like that. You knew exactly what he needed, didn't you?"
The seizure started off as a staring kind and then went into the jerking kind, so today he was staring into space, not responding to me saying his name, and I started to get all nervous. My voice must have risen as I said, "Avery, sweetie, look at me!" because he started to smile, still without looking at me. Then he giggled, and I knew he was totally teasing me! Yikes!
