Not exactly how I wanted to start my morning, riding to the hospital with my little man at 7am. I knew an ear infection was brewing when he woke up tugging at his ear around midnight and had started a fever. He has tubes, but one has started to come out, and allergies are at a peak right now, all equalling an ear infection. No biggie. We have had more than our fair share. Tylenol to the rescue and back to sleep. Just before 7, he is screaming, which never happens, and calling for Mommy. He is super hot, and I check his temp quickly - 102.4, which isn't really bad for him. He's hit 104+ a few times. In goes the Motrin, my preference to Tylenol and I think all is well. Then funky breathing starts, which I saw once before when he was 5 wks old. His eyes roll, he goes limp, and barely breathing. I'm shouting at him to open his eyes and look at Mommy. He takes intermitent breathes, randomly. I scream for hubby to call 911. I'm a very calm person, so if I'm shouting, hubby knows it is serious. They arrive a few minutes later and his breathing has stablized. Neighbor arrives to take sister. Off we go with Daddy following. After a few hours at the hospital, we determine I got to witness the end of a febrile seizure. I've seen lots of seizures when working with Special Needs kids, but not use to missing the stiff jerk part. All is well for now and we're back home with our hundredth Omnicef Rx. Nothing like an adrenalin kick to replace my morning coffee. The riding of the Crazy Train continues . . .