Thank God We Live in Cleveland

My daughter’s daycare teacher pulled us aside Monday morning to have a serious talk. She wanted to tell us about an incident last week, where my daughter had a temper tantrum and stopped breathing. Of course the breathing resumed, but needless to say, this righteously freaked out the teacher. My daughter, she has these episodes where she holds her breath. They’re not that often and they’re not serious, but what they lack in severity they make up for in pure scariness.

Then later, while I was at work, I got *The Call.* If you’re a working parent, you know what I’m talking about. Daycare called to say that my daughter, while peacefully eating her afternoon snack, passed out. Her eyes rolled back in her head, she stopped breathing, she fell out of her chair, and then she came to and was absolutely fine. My husband and I were there within the hour and took her to the emergency room at Lakewood Hospital.

Now, Lakewood Hospital is fine for big people, but the technicians there ain’t exactly perfectly equipped to deal with a temperamental toddler. We figured this out fairly early and followed our doctor’s advice to transfer to a hospital that specializes in children. Since we live in Northeast Ohio, we were able to choose a different hospital. It’s great to live somewhere with so many _good_ different hospitals. Just another one of the benefits to living in Cleveland.

My daughter was admitted to Rainbow Children’s hospital for observation and saw four different doctors, four neurologists and two pediatric cardiologists, one of which was the head of cardiology. She had tests, charmed the entire floor, and was discharged with a clean bill of health. She’s sleeping now with her Homer Simpson doll, blissfully snoring away. Like I said before, I thank every single hair on the head of Our Lord and Savior™ that we live in Cleveland.