As I sit here watching my girl seize I am brought to tears.
In spite of valium, clonazepam, ativan, clobazam, and phenobarb (some multiple doses) she still seizes.
This means Joe and I sleep in shifts and more than likely we won't be going to church in the morning.
I have a very close knit group of lifelong friends on facebook in my infantile spasms group and tonight I learned of a sweet girl at the end stages of her disease.
Yesterday, I heard of a sweet little boy that passed away, most likely, due to a seizure in his sleep.
Brave Liam is still in the hospital on bipap now. He has been on a ventilator for some time now. His last MRI shows atrophy in his brain stem.
These families have to make horribly painful decisions for their children.
I did not choose this life, nor do I want it. I would do anything to heal my daughter.
I don't want to have my family so fractured that I go a year without seeing the people you think would be there for you the most. I don't want Emily to go the rest of her life not knowing some of the closest family members.
I don't want to have so many people in and out of my house during the week. I don't want to know all the best medical supply companies.
I don't want to have to have a neurologist, cardiologist, opthamologist, and a nurse case manager.
I don't want a feeding pump on a pole next to my daughters crib.
I don't want to have to drive 2 hours to have Emily fit for a wheel chair.
I don't want to have to fight over a parking space in front of my apartment and I don't want the handicapped tag checked with the word permanent that comes with said spot.
I begged and pleaded for this cup to pass by. God wanted us to have all of this. I don't know why, I may never know.
What I do know is God is the same before all of this and He will be the same after.
I run my fingers through her fine, wispy hair and I know she is what I want.
I love her more than I ever thought possible.
Some days are harder than others. Today is hard. Today I am mad at the crazy parking space lady. I am mad at selfish family members who I will never be able to change. I am just mad.
I have that right.
So, for now I will cry and vent and cuddle with my seizing girl.
Tomorrow is a new day and it may be better.
I hope.