On Saturday, I woke up out of a deep sleep to two paramedics asking me questions about the most simple things. I thought because I was so tired, the answers wouldn't come to me so I told them to give me a few minutes to think of the answers. Answers to questions like "what month is it?" or "who is the president of the United States?" just eluded me and try as I might, I couldn't access the storage files in my brain. It didn't occur to me to wonder why there were paramedics in my room, I really wasn't wondering anything since I couldn't remember a thing. I remember seeing Ruel, Ryan's brother, in the background and couldn't remember why he was in my home.

They put me on oxygen and calmly wheeled me out on a stretcher to take me to the hospital. In the ambulance, they continued to ask me simple questions that I couldn't answer. I asked him what time it was and he told me it was about 6:30 am. I thought it was evening. I didn't know what month we were in, I didn't remember going to sleep the night before, I couldn't put my life in any sort of context at all whatsoever. I think I might have told them I'd had a baby 2 weeks prior instead of 6 weeks.

In the hospital, I was told I had a seizure. Ryan was right by my side the entire time and was terrified. As I started to remember more about current events in my life and place context around it, Ryan started to explain to me what happened from where he was.

It was about 6:10 am and he noticed my legs moving. He thought I was trying to get him to scoot over in bed but as he looked at me he saw my entire body convulsing and seizing. He ran and grabbed Ruel, who was in town for Crosby's baby blessing and Ruel told him to call 911. Ruel reminded Ryan to give me a blessing and I am so grateful that they did. Ruel said I came to almost immediately after the blessing ended.  The seizure lasted about 1.5-2 minutes and by the time the paramedics got here it was over, but I had no memory of anything before what I already described.

Talk about a surreal experience. I debated writing about it because I tend to be more private about things, and this was a very scary, dramatic moment for me (DEFINITELY my first time ever in an ambulance, or even the ER for that matter). I ultimately decided to chronicle it in case there is something I can learn from this event later on in life. Poor Ryan was absolutely traumatized, and as hard as it was to have a seizure, I think it was worse for him to witness it. I think he thought I was going to die.

After a few hours in the ER and a CT scan I was released from the hospital, and was told that doctors were hopeful that this was a one time event, not something I will have to deal with my entire life--and for that I am so very grateful.

As to what caused it, there are jokes that it was all the hair chemicals that threw me over the edge, but doctors say it was likely caused by irregular sleep patterns (I do have a newborn--what am I supposed to do?) mixed with stress. I knew I had been stressed lately but I had no clue I was wearing out my body or my brain.

I am so grateful for my health and my mind. I am also so grateful for such a wonderful husband who is a priesthood holder that could give me a blessing in a time of need. I feel fortunate we had family in town to help with our boys while we were away and to be a support to us when we needed it.

 I see a neurologist this week to get an EEG and to make sure my brain is normal but I am hopeful that this was a one-time oddity. Other than the fact that I am incredibly sore, my tongue is raw and bitten on, and I have track marks in my arms from the needles the nurses used in my arms like a pincushion, I feel normal again. I am just so happy it wasn't anything worse!