Every story so unique. Each it's own. No two brain surgery journeys alike. Our little snowflake kids.
One of my biggest fears is now behind us. I was slightly freaked out that Trevy would be one of those kids who don't have seizures. Which causes their surgery day to be pushed back.
He is not. Which is good. And sad...because they have been extraordinarily intense. I have lived each day this past year watching my son battle clusters of seizures from dawn to dusk. And can count on one hand the times I've reached for the rescue meds. So when I tell you that the first cluster had me freaking out. I mean it! Thank God Dr. EEG was compassionate. Because Nurse EEG Techie was not so much. See...that first really nasty cluster wasn't captured on the reading because they were busy Sensory Mapping him. I was slightly panic-ed. And let them know. Which is when she calmly told me that Trevy would probably have more seizures than I was comfortable with. I nodded my head. Raged in my heart. And Dr. EEG sensed my discomfort.
I love when the doctors listen to the moms and dads. Seizures don't freak me easily anymore. Those did. And he noticed.
Jonathan and I finally stepped out to grab a bite to eat. On campus. We were gone maybe thirty minutes. Come back to find Dr. EEG waiting for us. Turns out Trevy had another massive cluster while we were slurping frosties.
And that data gained was enough for them to make the rescue med order. He made sure we knew that immediately.
We asked if they know where the seizures are originating? He said they feel VERY confident they are coming from one specific region in Trevy's left frontal lobe. And then spreading to various other regions. He also said they witnessed the lip smacking that I have beat to death speculating to be complex partial seizures. They are! I hate that it feels good to be right about my kid having seizures. But it does. Because I knew it all along. Mommy gut is worth it's weight in gold.
I know I'm prejudiced. I know I'm mommy. But Trevor is a cherub. He looks beautiful even like this. I don't know what I was worried about?
Oh...and when he had that first really nasty cluster. He woke up. And didn't just look at me...he KNEW me! And reached for me! Which his drug filled little tummy couldn't handle and caused him to spew. But still! My baby knew who his mommy was!
That was huge. To me.
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