You must understand, Cyrus just doesn't cry. Not really. He fusses on occasion and whines, but crying out like the world has ended - he just doesn't ever do that.
But he did just that on Friday night a few hours after a much shorter seizure and vomiting (neurologists think that was related/caused by the seizures), and then again after he was recovering from the emergency medicine. So on Saturday morning we headed back to the hospital for the fourth time in this little guy's life and the second time this week for a prolonged tonic clonic seizure.
I have never heard him so miserable.
We learned that it feels like it takes forever for the ambulance to arrive if you call 911. However, if you drive yourself, admission takes longer and the ER nurses don't have nearly as much urgency as you feel they should when your child is actively having a seizure. An ambulance might be faster.
Uncle Victor and Aunt Michelle were visiting when all this went down. We were so grateful for their presence. Victor, you should know that your wife is AMAZING under pressure. She stayed so calm - she was the center to my hurricane on Saturday on our drive over.
And good thing is, he's been a lot happier and more himself today.
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