My kids love to wake at the crack of dawn. I know it wasn't always like this, but I can't remember when it wasn't, so in my mind...they have always been a pain in the rear end when it comes to sleep.

On this most wondrous day J Girl decided to sleep in. I know what your thinking, and no, I did not pump her up full of benadryl to get a better nights sleep.....she just decided to on her own, okay.
But, as usual...the one I didn't drug count on was the boy. On this day, which was typical for him, he got up quite early. The unusual part...he wanted out. You see, this boy would wake up and then lay in his crib for at least an hour or so just talking and playing. He was always easy going, really only crying if he was hungry or hurt. At a year old, he was probably the most even tempered child I had ever met. Which is why what you are about to read came as such a shock to me.

His low cries quickly turned to screams so I ran on in as to not wake up princess. Since it was rather early, I carried him into the living room, sat down on the couch and sat him on my lap. I thought I better feel his forehead to check for fever since my gut told me he didn't feel well. Nope, cool as a cucumber. As I lifted my hand his screams became hysterics. He stiffened up and flopped himself on the living room floor kicking and flailing. I tried to scoop him up off the floor but he wasn't budging. The thrashing got to the point that I could barely get near him. His eyes seemed glazed over and he was seething with his teeth clenched. Now I am in overdrive. I am half out of it as I just got out of bed, and at least an hour earlier then usual. I grabbed the phone and dialed for help.
"911, What's your emergency?"
"My son!" I screamed, because by now I have just about lost all control. I don't know what is wrong with my son who is still screaming and rolling from the living room to the kitchen.
"He is only 13 months. Please, I don't know what is wrong with him. Oh my god, he is grabbing the kitchen chairs and pulling them over. What do I do, please send someone to help me!"
"Ma'am, please calm down. Now what I want you to do is move anything that is around him that can cause him harm. Just try to protect him from bumping into anything. While I get the ambulance on the line, I want you to take all of his clothes off. Can you reach into his mouth? Are his teeth clenched?"
"Yes, yes. He has them clamped shut. I can't get my fingers in there. Oh my god, please, I don't know what to do!" I yelled into the receiver, as I threw the phone down on the floor and tried to hold my son down.
"Okay. Now I want you to get a cool washcloth and try to rub him down. It will be all right. Stay calm and the ambulance is on it's way."
"Okay, okay." as I hit the end button on the phone.
At this point, my son is still crying, but without any tears. I am rubbing his now naked little body with a cool washcloth when I suddenly thought, oh my god. What am I going to do with J Girl?
I grabbed the phone again. Please, please think. You need to call someone to help. My fingers immediately dialed my husbands cell. Answer, answer!
"Oh god. The baby!" I screamed as he said hello. "Something is wrong with the baby. I called 911, the ambulance is coming!"
I can't remember if he said anything or not because I hung up and dialed again.
"Can you come over? I have to take the baby to the hospital! The ambulance is coming!" I once again screamed into the phone at my sister.

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