It's hard to ignore though, when you are laying in bed with your significant other, with two littles in between you. It's hard to ignore when those littles begin twitching through the night or smacking their lips in a rhythmic pattern that isn't normal. It's hard to ignore when those littles are restless, bodies taken over by that unseen monster that you've been praying hard would just go the Hell away.
We've been through a lot lately - yes, that's very much an understatement. We've been through Hell lately, every last one of us. I question when it's going to stop and what the purpose is in it all.
Right now, today, at this very point our lives have slowed down. There has been no seizure in a week. The medicines seem to be controlling though Laycie's still isn't quite perfect, it's getting there. But my fear is the false sense of security, the calm before the storm before it all breaks lose again.
Last week at this time, we were battling with the Epilepsy Monster. My poor sweet Jax was falling hard to this beast. Thursday he had a Tonic Clonic and an ER visit. Friday he had back to back Tonic Clonics and another ER visit, followed by a weekend stay at the Children's Hospital. We repeated his EEG and found NOTHING. We did bloodwork and found NOTHING. We raised his medicine dose and then I gave up and asked to come home. There was nothing to be found and no reason to prolong our stay there when we could go home, be comfortable and wait it out in our home.
Last week was Hell and will stick with me just as the day Laycie had 9 gran mals and was Status Epilepticus for 13 hours has. I will never forget my Mother calling me immediately after closing the car door to head to the store for diapers last Friday. I will never forget how my shoes stuck in the water soaked puddles as I attempted to run in the house. I will never forget how my baby, my sweet boy laid so still and lifeless in my Momma's arms when I opened her door. How she raised him up in her hands and he was just gone, so quickly gone and there was absolutely nothing I could do but pray and wait.
People tend to look at children, at people with Epilepsy and think there is nothing wrong. A perfect child with a hidden secret that can't be seen is thought of as being normal. Our life is far from normal and days like the ones we had last week are days that I hate. The days when their is nothing that I can do but pray for my children, pray for my olders to be patient and know I love them. Thank God that my Emma, my oldest daughter has seemingly outgrown this beast. Pray that her sister and her brother soon follow her in that, though I know it will be a long road to get there, if we even do.
I have hope. I have faith. I have all the things needed to get through this but it's not easy. I don't like to even acknowledge it or talk about it but I know I have to. I feel called to. And perhaps that is God's point in gifting me with 3 out of 4 gorgeous, sweet children who suffer with this disorder. Perhaps he simply wants me to share, to speak out, to acknowledge this beast and it's impact on our life so that others can better understand it and yet others won't feel so alone.
I long for a normal life with normal kids who have normal illnesses like colds and such. I have a normal life with children that have been blessed with Epilepsy. This is our normal. These are our days. This is our life, impacted to the fullest upon every day. Without God, I could not manage, could not make it through, could not even begin to deal with any of this. I am thankful always for his presence.