Oh, even worse was when my DD1 started having little seizures at 8 months. It was Thanksgiving weekend, so we went to the hospital, but they couldn't figure out what was causing them (never did, they eventually just stopped). Anyway, as they were sending us home, a nurse let it slip that it possibly might be infantile spasms, "but don't Google that!"
Well, of course we Googled it. The prognosis is really bad. That was probably the worst and most frightened I've ever felt about anything.
Post by simplyinpenguin on Dec 11, 2013 17:30:25 GMT -5
First all ((hugs) to you all because these stories are well and truly frightening and the fact that you all had to go through that, especially the scary birth stories.
My parents was when I was just a newborn and they forgot that they had put me on top of the car while loading groceries...and proceeded to drive 15 feet (they are always thanking God for the lack of bumps and turns) before remembering I was still on top of the car. Yeah, my mom freaked out and thought herself the worst mom ever.
I was playing a routine soccer game in high school when I landed awkwardly on my neck (I was a goalie, attempting to block a shot) and wound up paralyzed. Everyone was freaking out because just 2 months prior to that, a senior at the same school was permanently paralyzed after a helmet-to-helmet hit during a football game. I'm laying in the grass, unable to move from the neck down, watching everyone run to me, people calling 911 on their phones. The ambulance got there and, in full view of everyone in the stadium, proceeded to cut my clothing off. My dad arrived just as they were loading me into the ambulance but my mom showed up 5 minutes after we left. She said she saw all these people crying (including girls that I played soccer with for numerous years prior to high school) and she couldn't see me, she didn't know what to think, she was so scared. My paralysis slowly went away after being admitted to the hospital. "Spinal shock", they called it. But I was so scared because sports was my life, being active was everything to me and I had "Million Dollar Baby" thoughts running through my mind. I'm still so grateful that I didn't break my neck that day.
Waking up to my roommate screaming in our college apartment. I opened the door and could see across the hall that there was a man standing in her bedroom. Thank God he fled when she screamed. The police found him with a knife and duct tape on him shortly after.
Post by blueshirt2003 on Dec 11, 2013 17:42:39 GMT -5
Some Jehovah witnesses knocking on my door when my husband was deployed. Looking through the slats they had a military name plate on their collared shirts and just made my legs feel like jello. My kids were 1 and 5 at the time and I was scared he had died.
My youngest son had viral meningitis and had a CT scan and they knocked him out and he had a very hard time breathing on his own again. We thought he was going to die. He stayed in the hospital 3 nights I think.
My youngest son had MORE anesthesia issues when he got his tonsils out this past summer. The nurse over dosed him following the surgery (a calm down medicine, he was rolling like an alligator and screaming). He turned blue and stopped breathing. He was SO drugged it was terrifying.
Waking up to my roommate screaming in our college apartment. I opened the door and could see across the hall that there was a man standing in her bedroom. Thank God he fled when she screamed. The police found him with a knife and duct tape on him shortly after.
OMG.
My mom had an intruder in her apartment when she was in her early 20's. He ended up staying and just talking to her for awhile and left. She was terrified so she just kept talking and talking. Because of that she would never let me lease a first-floor apartment in college.
I still have issues. We had visitors over that day and someone opened the sliding glass door that we never used, so we didn't think tocheck it before bed and it was unlocked, sui he just walked right in. ugh.
Post by starburst604 on Dec 11, 2013 18:07:58 GMT -5
One summer When I was 18 I was in the back of a friends car while another friend went into a convenience store. The friend who was driving had an abusive BF who saw her car and pulled into the lot. They started arguing and he started punching her in the face, hard. I screamed at her to put the car in reverse and go, she did and he flew across the hood to the other side of the car and started hitting my other friend. My friend drove us out of there and was hyperventilating. I told her to pull over and I'd drive. We made a plan to go to my house and swap her car for mine and then go to the police station. We didn't want him seeing her car again and he didn't know mine or where my house was.
We were driving along and getting ready to turn toward my house when a car came up behind me FAST and tried to ram me as I turned left. It was the BF. Instead of turning toward my street I went around the block back out to the main road and decided I'd go right to the police station. He tried to ram me over and over and drive me off the road. I was driving this old Cutlass so fast there was smoke coming from the hood. It was only about 2 miles to the station but it felt like forever as I tried to avoid him. Once he realized we were coming up on the station he drove in another direction. That guy was absolutely psycho and I really thought I'd die that night, either in the car or by his hand if I stopped and gave up.
Waking up to my roommate screaming in our college apartment. I opened the door and could see across the hall that there was a man standing in her bedroom. Thank God he fled when she screamed. The police found him with a knife and duct tape on him shortly after.
This also happened to me. My freshman year I lived in a quad dorm with 4 beds and 2 baths and a small kitchenet. We regularly left our main door unlocked because we always had people coming in and out, we would just lock our individual doors. I left mine unlocked that night because a guy friend was supposed to come visit me after he got home from the bar. I guess I had fallen into a doze/ light sleep because I remember opening my eyes and him saying "Hey." except it wasn't him. This guy had on a baseball cap. I flipped out and instinctively pulled the covers over my head (lol) and screamed, and when I finally got the nerve to pull them down again he was gone.
I told my roommates and my mom about it, but I thought I had been dreaming because he was there and gone so quickly. The next year rolls around and I am in the same type of dorm but with different roommates. In the middle of the night one of the girls SCREAMS and we all rush out to see what's going on. She is freaking out and crying saying a guy was in her room watching her sleep. Within the next few weeks there were like 4 more reports of the same thing. I don't think they ever found out who it was.
I have a couple. Going down the highway in a 2 door cavalier next to a semi. The roads were clear but I happened to hit a pile of snow that had drifted. I felt the car start to spin and knew if it spun to the right I was going to get run over by the semi. I prayed so hard in those few seconds. Ended up on the left shoulder turned the opposite way.
When we got a call that FIL who was a pilot had been missing for about 18 hours with his plane. We are hours away from family and drove as fast as we could to get back to the in-laws house. We didn't talk the entire way I think. We got there about 10 minutes before the police did to tell us the plane was found and FIL had died.
Each of my births had semi-scary moments. DS1 I ha been in labor for days and the monitors lost his heart rate. Before I knew what was going on there was the team of nurses adjusting me and inserting the internal monitors. I just looked at DH and asked what was happening. Luckily they found it pretty quick. DS2 was csection 3 weeks early due to pre-e and when he came out they quickly showed him to me and whisked him away across the room. The nurses and pedi. were very frantically working on him and I could tell something wasn't right. Those few minutes that I had no idea what was wrong were terrifying. He had rapid breathing with fluid in his lungs. He spent a week in the NICU and has no lasting effects.
At camp, I had to walk like a half mile in the dark (no flashlight) past the chapel where they said a ghost sat in the back pew. So sacred. I mentally repeated the name of the boy I liked in my head for comfort.
Post by revolution on Dec 11, 2013 21:10:54 GMT -5
I was 19-ish. Driving home from college and hit an ice storm, my car slid off the road in the back mountains, flat tire and in a ditch. This was before cell phones were popular. It was dark, icing and nothing for miles. I started walking. And walking. A car finally came up behind me and started going ver, very slow. I didn't look. It pulled up right beside me and I wanted to cry, scream, run and pee my pants all at the same time. I refused to look at this car. And then I hear my name. OMG. I look over and it is an ex-bf from high school and his dad and they were on the way home from the same college, saw my car and went looking for me. I was frozen, soaked, and scared. I got in the car and was never so happy to see an ex. He gave me his coat and put his arm around me and helped me get warm. They were going a different way, but dropped me off at a restaurant up the road so I could call my parents. And my dad came and picked me up, fixed my flat tire. And then proceeded to get me a cell phone that weekend.
I was home alone for the weekend over Presidents Day weekend in 2006 when I was 20 yrs old and had a grand mal seizure. It was the scariest thing ever. (I have epilepsy so the seizure wasn't totally out of no where.)
Being legitimately stalked at a Target. I still won't go to the Target where it happened.
A few years ago there was an insane ice storm here. I was stuck outside in the middle of it. My dad had to come get me and move trees out of the way to do so. Standing outside at 3 in the morning in eerie silence only hearing trees crack and fall is some scary shit. One fell right behind me. I have never thought I might actually die from something but that night I did.
But the worst was when there was an active shooter on campus, we were put on lock down, and there was no information available except that people were being shot. I was scared the shooter would come to our building. Then it got worse when there was limited information, and I knew that some of my close friends were in that building. It was several hours before I knew that they were ok.
ETA: the news that a tornado was going to go right over my apartment is up there. So is the awful tornado day where we didn't know if my sister was safe, and some of my friends were in affected areas.
My sister had spent the night with me in my dorm and we were driving back in the morning to my parents lake house about 30 minutes away. It had snowed a little the night before but the roads seemed fine for the most part. I was having my little sister change the song on my iPod when I noticed the car in the road in front of me had stopped dead in the road (to let some turkeys pass). I tried to slow down but was going too fast and hit some black ice and plowed into the trees on the other side of the road. I blacked out a little when it happened but woke up quickly. I looked over at my sister and called to her but she didn't respond and she was bleeding. I found my cell phone and called my parents who rushed there. My sister finally came to and she was rushed to the hospital once they pried her out of the car. They were worried she might have spinal damage and I remember my Dad crying and being so angry and saying she might never walk again. There was at least an hour or so where I was afraid I had paralyzed my sister. My brother had a car accident on that same road and there have been many accidents since then, a few fatal. My parents moved recently and I won't miss driving on that road.
We were canoeing with DHs family. We went around a curve with a really swift current and crashed into another canoe and turned over. I got stuck under the canoe and DH fished me out. I was able to pull both SDs out of the water by their life vests (no idea how, they were both at least 50 lbs) DH took each one from me and put them on this bank. Another canoe came and wiped me out so I was stuck under water again. I have no idea how I got out of the water. We sat on the bank for a minute, I was sobbing and the owner of the land told us it was private property and we had to get back into the canoe. My DH was arguing with him and the dude actually shoved me into the canoe and pushed us off. I hyperventilated until we got out of the curve/current. We stopped on a sandbar and a water moccasin tried to get us. The leader of our group had to kill it with an oar.
I really thought I was going to drown. I was literally covered in bruises for weeks. I found out later that the curve is called Dead Mans Curve and several people drown there every summer.
The morning I woke up and found my son dead in his crib. Does that count as scared, I'm not even sure? In that moment, it was probably just pure shock and hysteria.
I almost drown in Hawaii while on vacation with an ex-bf. I still stay out of the ocean because of this.
when DD was born. She was a scheduled c section because she was breech. By the time we got to the hospital for the C, she had turned head down so we decided to go with a vaginal birth. After 19 hours in labor, her heartbrate dropped twice. Nurses rushed in, slapped oxegyn on me, made me turn on each side, etc. The second time, I heard one nurse tell the other to have them prepare the OR. Her heart rate stabilized both times, but in the moment, it was so scary.
Then, the morning she was born, (about 10 hours later) I was bleeding heavily and couldn't stand up without my vision going black, was light headed and just didn't feel right. I knew something was wrong but I couldn't get the nurse to take me seriously. Finally, she saw that my bleeding was constant and within a minute, my room was swarming with nurses and they were trying to get a Dr. in. They were trying to get the hemmorrhage under control and everything just started happening so fast. Nurses everywhere trying to get an IV started, the dr. Manually clearing out clots, another nurse holding me down. Then I ended up needing a transfusion. I was so scared at the time and my husband was the most freaked out I've ever seen him. I was petrified for WEEKS that it would happen again.
My mom and I once got in a grapple while she was drunk. I just didn't want her to drink and drive. I managed to throw her off me and she hit her head on an end table. She fell and didn't really move for a second, so I honestly thought I had killed or seriously hurt her. I was ten, I think.
We had the Angel Care monitor. One night when DS was around 8 or 9 months old he rolled around in his crib enough that he rolled away from the sensor pad. H and I were both awake and heard this little "blip" from the monitor. We looked at each other confused and it dawned on us at the same time it was the start of the monitor alarm. We both ran down the hall and the alarm started going crazy.
H got to the room before I did and flipped on the light and said "Where is he?!" I think I almost passed out. I forgot that he can't see that well without his contacts in and I went from thinking my baby wasn't breathing to thinking he was missing.
When I looked in the crib, DS was just laying at the other end looking up at both of us like we were nuts.
The morning I woke up and found my son dead in his crib. Does that count as scared, I'm not even sure? In that moment, it was probably just pure shock and hysteria.
I did not see this before I posted my story. I am so sorry.