Meet Cooper. Keegan’s hero of a little brother. Cooper is 7 and the brightest light in our home. He loves to entertain and make others laugh. Cooper is incredibly insightful and such a love. I’d like to share a little about just how awesome Cooper is and how he helped take care of his brother Keegan during a really scary time.
First, a little backstory… Keegan has been getting over a cold for about a week. He’s been well enough to go to school but still struggling with some congestion and a nasty cough (mostly because Keegan doesn’t cough like everything else and stuff builds up… I literally get the urge to cough just listening to his little half cough… I’m literally getting the urge just writing about it, as I clear my throat).
Friday shortly after arriving to school, thanks to a delayed start, Keegan’s school called to say he threw up. (Ughhh insert grown up version of a toddler tantrum/teenage angst sigh) I pick Keegan up and we monitored him closely Friday, after eating dinner and acting relatively normal we put him to bed.
Saturday morning Keegan was happy and ate breakfast, we decide it was a fluke puke. He probably gagged on snot or something to do with his cough and he probably isn’t getting the flu or some stomach bug. Other than being sleepy and still having a cough and congestion Keegan seemed fine.
Around noon I noticed a stir and thought Keegan was finally waking from his nap… he’d been asleep for a bit and didn’t drink his mid morning cup. I noticed he was kicking his legs like he was stretching and waking up so I went to turn him to his back to offer him his cup and check his diaper. Expecting to follow that with getting lunch ready and proceeding with our usual routine.
Instead, when I turned him I immediately noticed his face was grey, his lips were purple, his eyes were not right, and the kicking wasn’t his normal stretch he was spasming. I immediately think seizure and descend into a panic looking for his backpack to give him his emergency shot of Solu-Cortef. Only Keegan, Cooper and I are at home so I’m bark orders for Cooper to grab his backpack (I finally managed to remember it was in the van still after picking him up from school the day before), which he did incredibly fast! While on the phone with the 911 operator, I give Keegan his stress dose of Solu-Cortef (life freaking saving best $21 I ever spent). Keegan’s in an altered state at this point, but he’s breathing normally and his color is better. I tell Cooper to put the chickens back in their coop area and to let the dogs outside since the paramedics are on their way, he promptly does. I continue to take care of Keegan, change his diaper and input the weight, count his breaths, relay info to the dispatcher. Cooper comes back inside and says he’s going to get his things together to go to the hospital and I hear him cry as he walks up the stairs… what an unimaginable stress to have to process as a 7 year old. I’m barely holding it together even now. I reassure Cooper that everything is going to be ok, help us on the way, he’s doing an excellent job helping, and send him to get dressed.
The fire dept and paramedics arrive with their flutter of questions and chaos and quickly load him onto a gurney and into the ambulance. Cooper is already in the ambulance and I scramble to find shoes and my purse and phone… as I hustle into the ambulance I hear Cooper chatting them all up, asking who will drive and noticing the map on the dash. Cooper proceeds to tell them all the things he knows about Keegan: Keegan can’t talk or see, he’s allergic to a lot of foods (which he lists somewhat accurately), Keegan doesn’t usually have seizures and it’s been a long time since he has had one. He then proceeds to tell us that he didn’t like seeing Keegan in pain, that it made him sad and he wished he could take the pain so Keegan didn’t have to feel it. I honestly don’t know how I managed to keep it together at this point but I took it in stride and told him he was a very sweet brother and talked about how it’s okay for him to feel sad and scared and assured him everything is okay now. I completely forgot about that little tidbit during all of this and now writing about it and remembering Cooper’s words brings me to tears.
Keegan is obviously uncomfortable and is fussy and complains every time he’s moved or jostled on our ride. At this point we know his oxygen levels and others stats are ok. He’s more himself, although cranky, and I’m less concerned.
My husband is headed home from work as we are en route to the hospital so he meets us as we arrive at the ER to pick up Cooper. I explain everything that happened to him along with how great Cooper was at helping to which Cooper responds that he doesn’t need any reward for being helpful. (I guess yelling at him a month ago for asking what was in it for him when I asked him to help me load Keegan’s things into the car so we could leave really got through to him.) I thank Cooper again for his bravery and help before they left the ER.
Keegan had labs, a flu test, and x-rays … we waited for the results and everything came back great. His sodium was even spot on perfect, which is rare and usually a trigger for crisis situations. Flu was negative and x-rays looked good. His temp was low, as usual. But his oxygen levels were normal and lungs sounded okay despite his congested cough. The doctor didn’t feel like there was anything to be concerned about or any reason to keep us… I also communicated with our Endocrinologist and she confirmed that it is possible for an adrenal crisis to cause a seizure. My speculation is that is what happened… especially when Keegan recovered so quickly after receiving his stress dose.
In the winning slot for shortest emergency room visit, especially when arriving via ambulance… we were released to go home and follow up with our doctors.
What a crazy roller coaster ride… I’m still recovering but I wanted to share what happened and how amazing Keegan’s little brother handled a scary stressful situation with the biggest heart.
Thanks for your continued prayers and love!!