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?
3 comments:
OMG, that is terrifing! 3 hours! You, Clay, and Darrah are just amazing people. Jackson is incredibly lucky to have you guys. <3 Stay strong!
Yeah, I have a question - why are you so awesome?
As awful as it is, this emergency no doubt brought you even more together as a family. Proud to know ya, T.
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