A First Time for Everything

There's a saying that goes "There's a first time for everything." It seems to be amazingly true in our life. And I don't mean things like: 'We just got back from our first trip to Italy,' or 'I just finished my first scuba diving lesson off the coast of the white sand beaches,' or 'I won a really large amount of money playing Nebraska Lottery for the first time.' Okay, okay, I'll give you that one. I'd have to buy a lottery ticket in order to win.

At any rate, we seem to have odd "very first time" things in our house. For instance: "We had our first visit to our very premature 1#13 oz triplets in the NICU today. It looks like we'll be here for awhile. Or "Hi, mom. Camille's prosthetic eye fell out for the first time today while she was riding in the school fan and the sweet retired guy who drives her had to fish it out from under the car seat and bring it back home to us." Or "This morning in church, Livvy decided for the first time to pull up her dress and pull down her panties." Or, as happened Tuesday of this week: "Hi Bill, it's Jen. You need to leave work and meet me out at Camille's school. They called the squad and I'm going to meet with her to ride the ambulance to Children's Hospital."

Yep, our first ambulance ride. (I will disclaim here. The picture above is not the actual ambulance we rode in. I downloaded it for visual effect. If I had been in my wrong mind, I may have acutally grabbed the camera, seeing it as a sick opportunity for a blogging moment or a scrapbook page. Alas, I was actually a well-prioritized mother that day and just ran out the door with Liv for Camille's school. Hence, the borrowed picture.)

We still don't know what happened. Camille's teacher called me at home and said they thought Camille might have seized and fell and hit her head. Or fell and hit her head and seized. Or fell and hit her head got knocked out. At any rate, she freaked the teachers out. So, on the ambulance we went.

I got to the school before the squad, and by the time I got there, she was asking to read "Dr. Seuss's ABC's." I took it as a good sign that she "read" Barnyard Dance to the paramedic...and sang him the Baby Bumblebee Song....and sang Six Little Ducks....and recited the entire book "Dr Seuss's ABC's from memory.

We don't know what happened. Hopefully we never will because we will never have to have an epsidose again. Hopefully it will be one of the first times that is also a last time.

What I do know that her teachers are phenomenal. They love her and acted so quickly when they felt that something wasn't right. I have a feeling that their hearts suffered a lot more than mine did that day as I never saw her acting any differently than my singing, reading Camille. We are so fortunate that they are in Camille's life....for so many reasons.

So my question is, "When do I get to go scuba diving....or at least just sit on the beach?" :)