Well, I can't say that I have maintained the thankful attitude I had with the last post. Just when I thought that we were emerging from the medical thornbush, I got pink eye. I really didn't think it was a big deal at first...just drop the medicine in my eye and get better. Well, it just didn't heal over night like I had hoped. Although, I will say the one benefit to pink eye is that everyone treats you so kindly. My eyes were so red and swollen that I'm sure people must have thought that I had been balling all afternoon. One lady even stopped me at the grocery store and asked if I was being abused by my husband...seriously. Most people in my condition would have probably stayed at home and hidden, but I have a hard time sitting still, and clearly don't care if people think I look bad.
However, the pink eye is only a small piece of the troubling week we have experienced. Poor little Fin just could not shake the cold and congestion, and this weekend she started to have fever all over again. On Sunday, she and I went for a walk, just to get some fresh air. I don't really remember all of the details of this day, but at some point, I looked down at Fin and realized that she was making some really abnormal movements. I can't describe what I saw when I got down in front of her. It was the most frightening thing a parent could ever watch. Finley was having a seizure. My heart was racing and I kept crying out for her to be ok. Thankfully, I had my cell phone with me and called 911. The seizure lasted for about 3-5 minutes, but it felt like 20. The ambulance came and the paramedics assured me that she would be ok. Ted and I spent the next 4-5 hours in the ER, holding an exhausted and fussy baby, while discussing her medical condition with a very patient doctor. Finley had a febrile seizure, which is brought on by a spike in body temperature. It is not dangerous nor does it have any long-term affects. All of that was good to hear. The only bad news was that it was possible (and actually very likely) that she will experience it again.
Neither Ted nor I slept well that night. I slept on her floor, wondering about every noise that she made and replaying the entire event in my mind. I was so thankful for the little details that God ordained for that day...that I had my cell phone with me, that I looked down at her at the right time, that Ted just got back from his bike ride in time to go with me to the hospital. Most of all, I was really really thankful to be laying on the floor listening to my little girl breathe.
I worry about her still. She is really fighting some kind of virus right now. I spend most of my days trying to keep her from crying, and when she is not crying, she just wants to sleep on my chest...poor girl. I wish I could do something to make her better. I wish I knew what was going on inside of her...this must be the hardest part of being a parent.
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Oh Carissa, that makes me cry just thinking about how terrified you must have been. Stacy Kazee's little girl had that happen and I remember her in the hospital and just how helpless we all felt. I know her doctor told them the same thing and understandable she really struggled for a while with just wanting to keep her from ever getting sick and having to go through that again. Thankfully, almost 2 years later and it hasn’t happened. I know 1 thing they said was it isn’t about how high their temp is it is more about how quickly it goes up, so putting them in a cool bath can help. I am so thankful she is okay and it just reminds me that God is watching over our little ones and that we can rest in.
Jamie,
Thanks for this sweet sweet message! I talked to Stacy for awhile about it, and it was so encouraging. I think the only reason I didn't panic more than I did was because I knew her daughter had survived it. What a crazy week! We are off to Cabo to celebrate a healthy baby girl! :) Thanks for your sweet words.
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