The love of a parent

Leighton had a second seizure last night.  Her first seizure was almost a year ago.  I was hoping I would never have to experience that again.  Apparently, only 10 percent of kids that have suffered a febrile seizure ever have another one.  My baby girl has fallen into that tiny percentile.  As a parent, I have never seen anything more terrifying than my baby suffering through a seizure.  The first time it happened, I truly thought she was dying.  You would think that the second time it happened, I would be more calm since I understood what was going on.  I wasn't.  I was actually worse than the first time.  She was turning blue and I have never felt so helpless.  The doctor at St Francis told me that Leighton will outgrow this when she is 6 years old.  If she has seizures past that point, that is when we should worry.  Her nose turned red after she said it.  I guess she realized how stupid it sounded after it came out.  We saw Leighton's pediatrician today and he took it a little more seriously than the ER doctor.  He is scheduling an EEG for next week.  Maybe we will have more answers then.  In the meantime, please pray for my baby girl.  It is much appreciated.  To leave on a lighter note, In the ambulance ride to Tulsa last night, LP kept dozing off.  We would hit a bump and she would abruptly sit up and say, "Oh my dosh, that scare me."  Even when she is not feeling so well, she is still such a ham. 


self portrait

 XOXO
Stacey