Well, the pox have passed. I'm still watching the boys for any signs, but we are almost out of the danger zone. Thank you for all your prayers.

In other fun news, I almost got to take Baby W to the ER this week. I know, it's been awhile. When I first started this blog I spent alot of time in the ER. Here is what happened.

When: Thursday around 11:30
Where: Preschool--the younger 2's class
Who: Baby W, my sister, my mom

In an attempt to snatch a toy from his brother(who was actually no longer playing with aforementioned toy), Baby W made a grab and dashed

Right into the door.

Cue: Crying

Compassionate Aunt L picks up W to comfort him as he is crying.

As soon as she touches him, he stops crying.

And his eyes roll back in his head as his body stiffens and he appears to quit breathing. She shakes him gently, but it is a few moments before he comes to.

My mom brings him down to the infant room where I am working. It had been a really long day. There were 8 babies and most of them cried all day. She brings me W and he is completely white. She hands him to me, and he is completely limp, but beginning to show signs of returning to normalcy. Mom takes him back to class.

Near the end of the school day I go to check on him. I'm standing in the hallway holding him when he throws up.

Now we are all freaked out and assume he has a concussion. From running into a door from a distance of about 2 feet. It just doesn't make sense. After a call to the nurse hotline we decide to take him to the ER. But I have to stop by my house to get my new insurance card and someone has to go to my house to wait for the big kids to get off the bus.

But by the time we got home, W was perfectly normal. So I called his pediatrician(who had been closed for lunch earlier) and they said I could just bring him there(a savings of $75). My regular dr isn't there, but I see one I really like.

As soon as I begin describing what happened, he knows exactly what went wrong.

W is not concussed. He had a breath holding spell. Basically, he fainted. And it could happen any time he gets a blow to the head until he is 5 or 6. Woohoo.