My becoming a step mom (who am I kidding? - MOM) to Jackson just went to that next level.
I experienced first hand the "big one"--the once a year (knock wood) or so seizure
Puking, glassy eyed stare, drooling, loss of bowels, shaking, lips blue, rush to the ER, tubes and vitals, needles and meds and worry
And that ain't all.
His little body--all 65 pounds of him with so much medical apparatus attached to him and still it was hard to bring him back
The Jackson that I have come to know and love was gone.....
All that was there was the seizure taking over this little boy
Clay --who has been through all of this before--was a champ--
A knight fighting for for his son--to get them to move quicker--more efficiently--he has been through this before--
I tried to stay out of the way-
keep his neck straight, rub his hair.....keep watch on the vitals....
the seizure was almost 3 hours
It left us all exhausted--none so much as the boy
And what a brave boy
Monday--he was grumpy as the aftermath of the meds and the seizure still wrecked havoc on his little body
Tuesday afternoon brought a return to mostly normal with a few small seizures in the evening--almost like aftershocks of an earthquake
Darrah was a champ-- a big sister like no other.
SO
any questions?
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
The blink of an eye............
so you are just sitting there.
it's been a long day- a good day, but long
your daughter is tucked in bed,
your husband to be is sitting in a big comfy chair, his boy tucked in with him, cuddling-settling in for the "pre-bed wind down"
you think- Life is good.
then
then you see what your internet research has told you is an ictal smile
A crooked little grin that indicates:
SEIZURE
you watch.
you see the smile, the head nod, the wide eyed stare and dilated pupils.
you wait.
seconds turn into minutes
then
its all over
you are emotionally rung out, knotted and worried.
the boy?
no worse the wear.....or so it seems.
and so life goes on.
it's been a long day- a good day, but long
your daughter is tucked in bed,
your husband to be is sitting in a big comfy chair, his boy tucked in with him, cuddling-settling in for the "pre-bed wind down"
you think- Life is good.
then
then you see what your internet research has told you is an ictal smile
A crooked little grin that indicates:
SEIZURE
you watch.
you see the smile, the head nod, the wide eyed stare and dilated pupils.
you wait.
seconds turn into minutes
then
its all over
you are emotionally rung out, knotted and worried.
the boy?
no worse the wear.....or so it seems.
and so life goes on.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Song of Myself
It is time to explain myself -- let us stand up.
What is known I strip away,
I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.
What I know thus far:
on sewing, on tattoos, on being a mom to a righteous 9 year old girl, to being a step mom to a severely autistic 8 year old boy with TS, on finding true love through a bumper sticker, on being a geek...............
stick around and read on as I launch us into the unknown
What is known I strip away,
I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.
What I know thus far:
- at 46 I think I FINALLY "get it"
- I understand what it means to love and be loved and accept both graciously
- The bigger picture will always trump the smaller immediate need.
- Some milestones are so small that if you blink--you'll miss them: keep your eyes open
- Family is where you find it.
on sewing, on tattoos, on being a mom to a righteous 9 year old girl, to being a step mom to a severely autistic 8 year old boy with TS, on finding true love through a bumper sticker, on being a geek...............
stick around and read on as I launch us into the unknown
Labels:
autism,
motherhood,
sewing,
tattoos,
Walt Whitman
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