Dealing with Febrile Convulsions
I’d never heard of a febrile convulsion. But seemingly when Max was 3 years old he had one.
I remember it clearly. At McDonald’s, just sat down and Max suddenly seemed very tired. I brought him in close to me and realised just how hot he was. He was droopy and looking through me. I honestly thought he’d had a stroke. I panicked and called a server over to me, she quickly called an ambulance and they arrived promptly.
Immediately undressing Max, still not knowing what was wrong. Prying eyes were around us and we were bundled into the ambulance and taken to hospital.
Several tests were performed on our frightened little boy and eventually, we were told they believed him to have had a Febrile Convulsion.
A seizure associated with a high temperature and infection, affecting children of 6 months to about 5 years old. Not usually serious or life threatening but terrifying none the less. It was just the way Max’s body dealt with infections.
In November 2017, he became unwell again. My anxiety was through the roof as I knew the warning signs. I’d tried to bring his temperature down with the usual methods but let him relax on the couch with his favourite lunch, a basic cheese sandwich!
Suddenly, he grabbed his head, screamed and had a fit. This time his whole body extended and shook. I have honestly never been more scared. He came to after a minute or two and vomited. I dialled 999 and the ambulance came. Max was completely ‘out of it’, he didn’t realise what had happened - probably a good thing.
We went through the same rigmarole at hospital and again, febrile convulsion was the diagnosis. Having said this, its usually in younger children - Max was over 7 years old. He was referred to a specialist.
Just last week, I could see that Max ‘wasn’t right’. You know your own child. He started with a temperature on Tuesday, which we brought down, but it happened again on Wednesday. Max was sat on our couch and dosed up on Calpol which wasn’t really doing anything. He looked poorly, he had no strength and began feeling sick. He felt panicked.
Again, I knew the signs. I was on my own and worried. I called NHS and we were told to go straight to Hospital.
Unfortunately, as in most hospitals, the wait was lengthy until two nurses saw Max and I with baby Lily, waiting. They came over, concerned with how poorly Max looked. They took us off to paediatrics and took his temperature - 40.3!
Again, usual tests were done and I was told that I’d prevented him having a fit by bringing him in. A febrile convulsion means there’s some sort of infection that needs treating. Max was put on intravenous antibiotics and after a 24hr stay, we were on our way home.
Max remains under the specialist. At nearly 8 years old, he is considered too ‘old’ to suffer from these convulsions, but so far, no tests have shown anything worrying. Naturally, I remain worried. But as parents, surely we spend a lot of our time worrying anyway!
As a mother, the best piece of advice I can give you is to Follow Your Instincts. If YOU feel there is something wrong - seek help. If you’re told ‘they’re fine’ or ‘stop being silly’. Ignore it. I’m a great believer in the saying, ‘better to be safe than sorry’.
You are a mother. You are the protector of your child and I know that if your anything like me, you won’t stop until your child is okay.
Love Hannah x
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