Here we go again, peeps!

So I'm sleeping away, peacefully. It's 7:15 in the morning and Tommy comes running into the room, complaining that Will's not dressed, on the wii, and that Tommy was watching a cartoon until Will changed it to the wii. I lay there, hoping he'll go away. Sometimes it actually works! :)
Then I hear Emma's "meowing" she does regularly (which drives me n.u.t.s.) and walking to my side of the bed. Then I hear her make vomiting sounds. I immediately sit up, rip off my CPAP mask, put my glasses on, and see her doubled over by the foot of my bed,just as it rounds the corner to come to the side. I think to myself, "she's puking! great! all over my mattress,too!" I'm envisioning all the extra laundry today. yipes!
Then I realize she's NOT vomiting, she's gagging on her sputum while she seizes. Yes, folks, another seizure.
I thought (hoped) that with the Tegretol she wouldn't seize anymore. Wishful thinking I s'pose.
Will immediately jumps into action, calling 911. I hear him say, "um, hello. my daughter is having a seizure." I can almost envision the operator rolling their eyes while disconnecting, thinking it's a prank call.
Will tells me they hung up on him. Der.
So he calls back. And says, "I think this time you maybe want to talk to my mom." The phone is then handed to me. So I told the operator she's having another grand mal, turning kind of purple-blue in color, and then move her to the living room floor once I realized that my bedroom is just too tiny (and messy) for the firemen to see!
So half an hour of them in my clean living room (thanks Carrot!) TriMed takes her to Auburn hospital. As we're figuring out driving, I am thinking to myself, "let's see, it's 7:45, the bus comes at 8:38...what to do? what to do?" I hear a knock on the door. Sister Black from my ward. I love her. She not only is gifted at cutting hair, but she's in tune. She was driving past my house this morning and saw the fire truck and TriMed at my house and pulled over. Then she saw them bringing the stretcher to my door and she knocked, asking if I needed help. YES!!!!! So she stayed with the boys until they had to go to the bus stop.
I am so thankful for a loving Heavenly Father who is so mindful of what we need, just when we need it!
They took Emma cuz they thought she may have aspirated her sputum, she sounded really rattley (sp?). An IV, blood test, chest x-ray, listen-to later, she was released and home by 11:20 this morning.
Whew!
Now, if I had it to do over, I would've skipped the ER altogether. But Will got that ball rolling, and really didn't need to. BUT he's a very consciencous big brother who loves his little sister and wanted to help. I can't fault him that. At least he knows what to do in an emergency! What a Cub Scout!
So I guess I don't really know what comes next. Time will tell. Now she's napping. Little sweetie.