Not Out Of the Woods

We thought we were there. Nobody said a word, but I'm just as sure that Joe was thinking what I was thinking. One month came and went. Maura was fine. Vermont came and went. Maura was fine. This morning, I laid her on the bed alone so that I could run to the bathroom. Joe was already up. Seconds later, I heard her crying hysterically. Maura doesn't really cry. I still didn't think anything of it, I thought perhaps she'd rolled over or something...not that she does that either...but Joe ran to check on her, and she was mid seizure. I should have known. It was that rhythmic cry. I ran in. She looked the same as she always has mid seizure..amazingly...for as much as she's grown and changed.

So apparently we aren't there yet. I'm hoping we don't have more today, but if we do, we'll deal with it. We have a neuro appointment on Wednesday at CHOP. They'll run an EEG on her anyway, not that they'll see anything without her having a seizure. Apparently, we aren't on solid ground just yet...