A few minutes ago, I looked at the date on my watch and realized its 8/7. Then remembered that was the date that Peter had his first seizure: 8/7/08. Its burned in my memory. Then a few minutes later saw a "#TBT". So thought it was appropriate.
Peter was 11 mo old and had his first fever- from his one and only ear infection. We knew that he was bad off because he just laid on Mike like this- which was a rarity for him to be still. His fever peaked at 103.8. I was nursing him before bed when it happened. Terrifying and yet you feel the presence of God in a particularly close way- maybe because you are simultaneously screaming at Him for help and wanting to add some curse words to the Curse.
His first night in the hospital. I am glad that we didn't know then what we know now. Although, apart from the first few months when he began having non-febrile seizures, let it be said that this has been an easy and ideal epilepsy journey.
*In unrelated news, its been a great summer. I've enjoyed it and its clipped by quickly & with a good balance. But this week the kids are driving me crazy. It helps make the going to school thing easier.
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