Two of my sisters and my parents came over for dinner. I had a lovely time hanging with Deborah as she slaved over sugar cookies. I enjoyed seeing Jennifer and her family. It was sweet of my parents to come over given all that is going on right now.
We were all sitting down to eat, the children had food, the adults were about to chew, and Everett had a seizure. (insert frustration)
The poor kid. There isn't any clear indication right now of what caused it. We think it was a febrile seizure, but it was a rather weird one. Clouding all this is just weirdness of his reaction and the fact that he had a bloody nose earlier in the day. Poor guy.
After speaking with the pediatrician on call, we agonized about the right thing to do (ER, acute care facility, pediatrician tomorrow, etc). And then he become really sick. We kept him home for the evening and are going to look for a neurologist tomorrow who can hopefully see him before the holidays.
I thought we had left those seizures behind since it has been over a year since he has had a full-blown seizure. Hopefully, it is just that . . . a febrile seizure.
At the end of the experience when Everett was finally coherent . . . he said,"my tummy ache is awake." He didn't finish his dinner because he seized in the middle of eating. I asked him if he was hungry, and he said he wanted,"Dad's chips." Dad's chips are, as we discovered, the chips that Erik gets when we go to Jason's Deli.
We love that little boy!
