Let me just start here by saying seizures SUCK.
I'm sure I don't need to tell anybody that though.
My son was diagnosed with epilepsy in October 2015 after a two-and-a-half hour - (yes, 150 minutes!) - seizure landed him in PICU, intubated and ventilated - unable to breath for himself.
He had experienced seizures before this when he was on the cooling mattress in NICU, over 9 hours on his worst days.
Watching his tiny body uncontrollably shake whilst over 12 doctors, nurses and anaesthetists ran around him, sticking needles everywhere to try and find a vein that hadn't already been overused.
Then using what I can only describe as a DIY drill to gain intraosseous access into his shins, just to give his body the fluids needed to keep up the fight.
Intravenous access was no longer an option so they injected directly in the marrow of the bone to gain an entry point that wasn’t collapsible to provide fluid and medication.
After what felt like a lifetime, the decision was made for him to be anaesthetised and sent to the nearest children's hospital with a paediatric intensive care unit which was over 50 miles away.
He was sent in an intensive care ambulance as a time critical call.
Sat in the front of the ambulance, as there was no room in the back, blue lights flashing and sirens wailing, I felt like I was stuck in a time warp - not moving anywhere.
It was that moment, that very moment when I looked over my shoulder, through the little window into the back, the anaesthetist looked back and smiled - they'd finally gotten a response (albeit the smaller respiratory effort, but, it was a response).
Fast forward a week on PICU and a further month in hospital, my boy was home and on medication to help prevent seizures.
Ever since my son was born I've appreciated every-single-moment, but since his epilepsy diagnosis and the realisation he could be taken from me at any time - I've learnt to ‘seize’ every moment.
Because it could all be taken away, just-like-that.
Since being on medications, we've 'only' seen between one and three seizures a month.
Each one displaying similar traits.
It never gets any easier though.
Each minute seems longer.
Each time his lips go blue from the inadequate breaths he takes whilst seizing.
Counting down the minutes until I can administer his buccal modazolam, in the hopes it will stop the seizure in its tracks.
After his big seizure in October 2015 he was blind for over 3 weeks.
Thankfully, his recent seizures have been under 10 minutes and he's slept them off after having his rescue medications.
We've also been dealing with a lot of neurological irritability recently.
Our epilepsy nurse has also mentioned 'auras', an aura can be anything from a funny taste in the mouth to seeing flashing lights or a really, really bad head ache.
Now, my son cannot communicate his needs, so his only way of notifying me of his unusual feelings is to cry.
Not his normal cry.
A high pitched almost shriek like noise.
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