Today ended much as it began... with clusters of seizures.
You know how sometimes your 'parent 6th sense' kicks in? Mine did, again.
Couldn't sleep last night, whether my apprehension about seizures or nerves about an email I wanted to send today (didn't) or PTSD or the heat, I don't know. Just as I started to nod off around 8 this morning, Weslee started with the seizures.
Thankfully, we didn't need more than one dose of one of his rescue meds to bring them under control. Then I caught a few Z's.
Tonight he had just gone to bed when I heard the seizures start up again. Weird this time. His body was so contorted that he looked like a pretzel. It took another 30 seconds or so before he started breathing again and straightened his body.
I hope he can get to sleep tonight. I desparately need some myself.
