You know, I’m really, really, REALLY tired of ERs. No offense to the folks who work there – the people I talked to last night/this morning were great. I’m just tired of being there in the wee hours. I made a run to the ER last night with our sweet daughter at 9:30 last night and was there until 3:30 this morning. Sigh. She has had multiple “seizure-like” episodes this week, once a day until yesterday when she had THREE.
Our daughter (10 months as of two days ago) seems to be doing ok this morning. My husband says that she hasn’t had any episodes this morning, which is good. She’s calm and resting a bit on the floor right now.
Our son (2-1/2) is, thankfully, oblivious of all of this. He slept through all the excitement and life is going on as normal for him. Yay for normalcy!
I feel like I’ve been run over. I was in bed around 4, then back up around 5 to feed little miss, then back in bed. Ah well… this too shall pass. She has an appointment tomorrow at 11 am with a pediatric neurologist and we’ re ALL hoping to know something more after that.