Making Miracles

I witnessed my first miracle. Well, I've certainly unknowingly seen many of them... So, I recognized my first miracle on Saint Patrick's day.
It was a Tuesday morning. Spence didn't have PT and I didn't have much on the calendar. We were slowly getting up and starting our day. We didn't have any reason to believe that morning would be unlike any other...
I went into the little girls' room to get them up for the day. I immediately knew something was not right with Claire. Her position seemed odd to me. I leaned over her and enthusiastically engaged her. Her eyes were open, but her only response was to slowly look away from me. She was limp, lethargic, jittery and barely conscious. I immediately wondered if she was postdictal (if she had been having seizures). I scooped her up, continually engaging her, begging her to pep up. I took her temperature, though I knew without looking at the read out that she didn't have a fever. I buckled her into her carseat, left everyone else at home, and raced to the ER. I prayed, out loud, as I drove the 5 minutes to our hospital Please God let this be reversible!
In the ER she was triaged and we were sent to a bed behind a curtain immediately. Claire turned her head to new, loud sounds. Other than that she remained limp and without response. While we waited for the doctor to see us she put her head on my shoulder and went to sleep even though she had just awakened from a full 12 hour night of sleep.
My poor baby girl was so sick and I had no idea what was wrong. :(
The wait to see the doctor seemed to last forever though I suspect it was less than 10 minutes. He came in, introduced himself and asked me what was going on with Claire. After listening to less than 15 seconds of my story he stopped me, stepped out of the room and came back with someone to check her blood sugar. The weight of the world lifted from my shoulders at that moment. Aha, low blood sugar. That explains ALL of her symptoms.
Sure enough, her blood sugar was 38 (it should be 70-110). Claire didn't even have the energy to cry, move her hands and legs or protest in any way when they poked her 4 times for blood samples and an IV!
Halfway through her IV Claire opened her eyes, lifted her face up to me and gave me a kiss. I shed a few happy tears. What a blessing she is!
I am thankful to God for so many reasons... For my intuitive realization that Claire needed immediate help, for Dr. Brantley who instantly knew what was wrong with her and for the scientific and medical resources we have that allowed her to return to her normal self so quickly. No so long ago (and still, in some parts of our world) Claire's condition wasn't reversible.
I remained completely composed through all of Claire's experience. (On the outside only!) Her nurse in the ER even stopped by at one point to thank me for being so patient and at ease with the process (especially the multiple needle sticks). A month later I am just able to write about that day. I still can't talk about it without experiencing significant anxiety and a few tears.