My adrenaline is still pumping; heart rate up a little; breathing a bit faster and I imagine my pupils are large too. Deer stuck in the headlights stuff. Fear.
The MICA ambos left well over an hour ago. My little treasure is in bed asleep. But I probably won’t sleep tonight. I will listen for every little sound. Wonder if she is ok. Hope it doesn’t start again. Worry about my boy even though he is calm now.
There hadn’t been one this long, this worrying for quite a while. A seizure. One where she is non-responsive; needing suction; not responding to emergency medication. I haven’t missed them. That’s for sure.
I can manage the little ones. Tell myself they will stop, she will be ok. This one was too long. The nurse said call an ambulance. I said…its her birthday party on Sunday. The ambulance operator said tell me if anything changes. The paramedic asked about her history, her medications, what has happened tonight, has anything changed recently….. Epilepsy is a bitch. That is all there is to it.
The tears haven’t started yet. But they will. Day three is usually the worst. She is alright. She is sleeping. I will watch and worry but so far so good. She didn’t have to travel this time. No lights; no sirens. Thank goodness. We made her lolly bags tonight….before it began. Tomorrow I am supposed to be baking cupcakes….maybe I’ll buy them. But I wont. We will carry on and prepare for her party because that’s what we do. Because she is tough. Epilepsy is still a bitch.