I'm writing in the middle of the night from a waiting room computer from Sick Kids Hospital in downtown Toronto. My 2-year-old son vomited twice tonight, and became unresponsive and almost stopped breathing. My wife was with him, and we made the quick decision to call 911 and started mouth-to-mouth.
He was rushed to a local hospital, stabilized, and eventually he was transferred here to Sick Kids.
I'm clearly not writing for your prayers, and in fact hesitated writing about this at all. But I have time to kill and I can't sleep.
I just wanted to write that there are very real people, all around us, doing extraordinary work every day and night, 24/7. I have to go soon to check if we can see our son, but suffice to say, the fire department, EMS, and everyone at the hospitals have been fantastic. EMS, especially, was super-quick on site.
My son, as the initial drugs were wearing off, was moving and starting to open his eyes, if not focus. We are not as scared as we once were, but we need answers - answers doctors do not yet have. We don't know what caused this, but this has been the most terrifying night of my life.
We have guardian angels. They work as 911 operators and EMS crews and in hospital emergency rooms, and right here at Sick Kids.