Around 7:30 this morning Trevor had one of his scary seizures. His big brother was giving him a shower. Trevor had just stepped out when I heard the call. I sensed immediately by Toby's tone that it was a big one and he was scared. The trouble with the big seizures is that Trevor is completely non-responsive and , at times, combative. I wrapped my arms around his dripping, little body and held the Frankincense to his nose. His lips weren't blue, but he didn't appear to be breathing. He was frozen. Eyes wide, blank orbs. Mouth agape. Drool beginning to pool on his lower lip. He was a statue. When he's completely gone like this it seems to take longer for the Frankincense to work. I've wondered if perhaps it's because he's not actively smelling. I hope that's the case and not that the benefit we were seeing was a honeymoon period. Suddenly he was pushing my arms away. Still not responding, but at least moving again. Thankful that he's still small of...
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