I am writing this sitting in a chair in a brightly lit children’s ward in the hospital with a sleeping angel on my lap. I don’t need to write this one in order to not forget as today is one of those days that has carved itself into my memory banks. I am writing purely for something to do to stop my mind working on irrational overtime.
Beautiful baby had a seizure this morning, she was not unwell, she doesn’t have a temperature. Yet for some reason she fitted this morning whilst he who helped create them was helping her with breakfast.
To watch your tiny baby stop breathing and shudder uncontrollably is indescribable. My world slowly collapsed as I found myself powerless to help as he who helped create them behaved magnificently. I managed to compose myself just enough to sob out my address for the ambulance.
She’s fine, she caught her breath after eternity passed and her twitching slowed to a gentle rock and then she calmed and slowly the light behind her eyes started to glow again.
So now we wait to see if it happens again.
I am counting my blessings, as a mum of three this is the first time I have stepped foot in a children’s ward; and beautiful baby is showing all signs of being perfectly wonderful as usual; and my heart is bursting with adoration for my tiny little love.
To those of you who have spent more time on these brightly lit wards you have my admiration and support.
Fingers crossed all results come back clear and we are home in the morning.