Charlotte woke Blaine and I up at 5:00am Monday morning. Blaine’s done with work, we had a long list of things to do to pack up and move this week.
Charlotte’s words woke me up cold. “Eden sent me to get you. Pierce is having a seizure.”
Surely not. He’s never. We’ve never. He’s as healthy as they come, unless you count the bruises all over his legs from the level of activity he keeps.
He was incoherent but not seizing when we got to him. Many minutes pass before he was awake enough to act normal. We pulled him into our bed and eventually fell asleep. I woke up to him shaking next to me. Blaine shook him and he responded. This was weird. I didn’t think being able to be jarred out of it was normal. Minutes later, asleep, he started seizing again. Blaine took him to the local ER. There, he had a CT scan and then another seizure. They decided to take him by ambulance him to a bigger hospital. I went and met Blaine at the hospital and then followed the ambulance with Lach the 90 miles to the peds hospital. Blaine rode with him in the ambulance.
Here he’s had an EEG, an MRI, and we’ve gotten preliminary results that says they found nothing. At 4:50am the nurse came running in because his oxygen dropped. He was seizing, but was easily “shook” out of it when she grabbed him. He’s been fine since.
We don’t know anything yet. The timing is hard. Staying in the hospital overnight, and likely another night at least, with Lach and Blaine while my other kids are home, is hard. We don’t know what the future holds.
Please pray. I’m weary.