February 2, 2013"My hubby works 3rd shift. Sometimes
At around 3:30am (knowing the time now, but not then) Lindsay was in my bed. She started shaking. I thought she was having some sort of dream or playing around. I then said "stop lindsay". She didnt stop. I turned around... My child was shaking. She was making the noise of someone that was trying to vomit, a sound that will never erase from my memory. I then shouted "LINDSAY, STOP". She didnt stop. We dont live near neighbors, but I assure you, they heard my cries. I continued to scream, "LINDSAY, WAKE UP!", "LINDSAY, LOOK AT MOMMY", 'NO, NO, NO, PLEASE GOD!", 'PLEASE, WAKE UP!". Nothing. She just kept shaking. In my arms. My baby...WAS SHAKING.
Thank God I have received previous training for seizures for my past job. Even in panic, my mind reverted to "put her on her side". I picked her up, put her on the ground and on her side. Praying to God to wake her up. The second I turned her head, foam came out of her little mouth. A sight that grounded me. It made me realize what was going on. A sight that will forever be engrained in my memory. My baby was having a seizure. As soon, as we were on the floor, her shakes started to slow down. I just kept trying to wake her up.. why wasn't she waking up?? Her shakes now resembled someone who was calming down from hysterically crying.. repetitive but not fast anymore. Then, she went limp. She completely fell asleep on the floor. All I can remember is saying everything I could think of, " Lindsay, look Daddy's here". "Look, Grandma's here!", "Look, a puppy!", "Look at Mom, Linds!". Nothing would wake her up... She just laid there.... limp. I can't even describe it. Why was my child just laying there? WAKE UP!
About 15 minutes after I called 911, the paramedics came, two of the most sweetest and CALMEST people that I've ever dealt with. They just kept reminding me that this DOES INDEED happen a lot in kids and that I needed to calm down. Lindsay had been deep sleeping this whole time and only until the second the paramedic scooped her up did she wake up - and "waking up" is an understatement. She straight up freaked. Screamed and kicked and screamed and kicked. My heart shattered as they took her to the ambulence. I took that minute to call R, who works about 40 minutes away... How do you find the words to say what just happened. I'll share with you... "Rob, Lindsay had a seizure, I called 911 and she's in the ambulence right now, we're headed to the hospital." SILENCE. All he could say was, "A WHAT? OK I'M LEAVING NOW!".
I gathered up my other kiddies who were peacefully sleeping through all of this... snagged my wallet and phone (missed calls: 10). Started the car with my sleeping babes in tow... walked over to the ambulence in the driveway and peaked in. As soon as she saw me, she broke out in tears. The paramedics told me she wasn't talking much yet and still very disoriented. They gave her a teddy bear to hold onto, not realizing she was squeezing the life out of Sparkle and Penny (her beloved stuffies) under her arm.
I started following behind the ambulence and blindly driving to wherever they were leading me to. I just kept sobbing and praying. PLEADING for the Lord to wrap his arms around her tiny body for me because I couldn't do it myself. At this point, Rob had been calling me from his car so I called him back. We tossed back and forth of what it was, how it happened, and why. The images and sounds still haunt me til this day... Seeing your child go through that is possibly the scariest thing ever. R actually beat us to the hospital so he was there waiting for us. As soon as we found the entrance for the ambulence... R, swooped in and put on his HERO CAP, and calmed Lindsay down again. The paramedics said they were able to get her talking again by mentioning Barbies. Smart thinking, those paramedics.
She was seen pretty fast and I had to answer all of the same questions. They had to take her temperature a few "different" ways and that was NOT ok with her or me. Traumatizing is the best word I can think of and even that doesn't describe it. But, NO FEVER. I knew it. The ER doctor gave her the diagnosis of having a febrile seizure since Lindsay had no history of seizures. Rob and I both said the same thing to one another, "So, since she has no history, thats ok?", and "What, so this seizure and now she has a "history" of them? Do we just wait until she has another one and then they'll do something about it?". It made no sense. Then the ER doctor also said that after she talked to the on-call pediatrician, that while febrile seizures happen between the ages of 6 months to 6 years, the likihood of having them after the age of 3 is rare. She recommeded we have a follow up with our ped and then schedule an EEG. Then she added that since the hospital was busy that we were better off doing it that way then waiting there all day. Whatever.
So, we went to the pediatrician a few days later... that's a story in and of itself and quite frankly it irritates me every single time I think about it. Bottom line, though, we got our script for an EEG done at CHOP, Childrens Hospital of Philadelphia. We scheduled the appointment and then the day of the EEG, the technician was asking me all the same questions. The same questions that are now like a broken record and my answers are always on repeat. It was a 20 minute appointment, they used strobe lights and forced her to make herself dizzy by blowing on a windmill for 3 minutes straight. At the end of the test, the tech said that it normally takes 2-3 business days to get back to the ped's office and if something bad shows up on the test, it would be there sooner. We left holding hands and I sobbed the whole way home. Typical these days.
*This is a journal I have for my girls and this is the excerpt I wrote in it the day I got the results from CHOP. As you can tell, I was falling apart, but I wanted to document this time for her to look back at in the future.*
This was almost a year ago. I just read through it for the first time in a long time and it brings back all of those overwhelming emotions. I still remember thinking: She doesn't even have her bedroom set up! (we just moved in at that point!). What if she DIES? What will people think of her? Will she ever be able to drive? Continue ballet? SWIM? Go to college?! Get married?! (I know some of those are irrelevant but I was panicing, you get it). But one thing I remember panicking over and asking her neurologist about was, "What will I do if I dont wake up or hear her when she seizes in the middle of the night?". She simply answered, "A baby monitor." She told me to not go crazy with video one as I would likely become overly paranoid and watch her every breath, and she was very right; I know that's exactly what I would do. So, at 5 years old, Lindsay has a baby monitor next to her bed... I remember that baby monitor calmed my mommy heart those first few weeks/months. And, I knew I was doing everything I could to be prepared... the rest I leave up to God. I pray constantly for Him to protect her when I cannot.
So, we will keep her on this medication and then she will be weaned off and be monitored for more seizures. If she has one less than 3 months later, she will go back on a medication. If she lasts more than 6 months, then we will have to think about whether to put her on another 2 year medication stint.
Now, almost a year later, Lindsay is as healthy as can be (6+ months seizure free!). I've immersed myself into my daughter. I've immersed myself into making every single minute count. I try to remember as much as I can about her little spirit, her funny quirks, and never-ending qualities. She's kind hearted, full of life, full of love, incredibly mushy and cheesy (we call her the Queen of Cheddarville!), sassy, very helpful and giving, and SO FULL of Jesus' love! I've also armoured myself with knowlege. I have watched her seize, watched countless tests done to her (EEG, EKG, MRI, CatScan), and watched her undergo bouts of anestesia (which had HORRIBLE side effects, may I add). I try and research as much as possible so I know whats to be expected and what is a possible good/bad outcome. KNOWLEDGE IS POWER!
I hope that I've helped someone feel comforted. I hope that I've helped shed light into this condition and made awareness for the future. If you would like more information about epilepsy you can stop by this website and if you would like to know how to donate towards children with epilepsy, you can stop by this website! Hopefully in a year from now, Lindsay will be seizure FREE for the rest of her life! Thanks for taking the time to hearing her story. :)
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