I'm not very open about myself or my family on the board but Tuesday night was by far the most emotionally trying time of my life.
My son is a type 1 Diabetic and has been since May of 2008. Sunday night he came down with a stomach bug and Monday was sick as hell. I stayed home with him and Tuesday he wasn't any better so my wife took him to the ER. He was in DKA (Diabetic Ketoacidosis). He was rushed to the Tacoma Children's hospital and admitted into the ICU. I left work about the time he was in the ambulance and hauled balls home to grab a few things then broke about every traffic law out there to get to the hospital.
He was in pretty bad shape and Tuesday night was nearly in a coma. I spent from 9pm that night until 3:30 wendesday morning wondering if it would be the last time I held his hand... He was bad and what it was doing to him killed me.
The Doctor told us that his brain was swelling due to the DKA and that is why he was almost in a coma. He also said that with the brain swelling that if it was severe enough it could lead to permanent brain damage or death. Not exactly what you want to hear as a parent.
I stayed with him the whole time asking the nurses every question I could and waiting. Around 3:30am he started to come around and responded to simple commands. We both stayed by his side until he woke at 8am and looked at me and said "Dad, I'm thirsty" I lost it...
We are all home now and I'm going to be with him tonight checking on him frequently...
I as a father can not go through that again.