It is Tuesday, isn't it? Time has rather blurred for me at the moment. Will is still in residence at the hospital -- though hopefully for not much longer. Craziness abounded over the past few days: continuous EEGs; weird never-before-seen seizure behavior (he's had seizures, just none that presented like these most recent ones have); IV lines gone bad; itchiness and headaches from all those EEG wires being attached to his head.
In other words, my brave little man has been through the wringer.
On the bright side, the EEG caught the technical, physical stuff surrounding the incidents, giving his neurologist lots of data.
And on the even brighter side, Will had a wonderful day yesterday, with NO incidents and the return of his sunny, happy, charming self. That bloop in the atmosphere you heard yesterday was me exhaling. With relief. We read books with great interaction and participation; we walked around the hospital floor, chatting with everyone (when you've been a patient for a week, people get to know you); we watched the Rays game and cheered, especially when Will's favorite player, Carlos Peña was in on the action.
It was, simply, divine. In every sense of the word. Amen.
And you'll be glad to know that I am still actively in the running for Mother of the Year -- Will's amazing teacher came to visit, and when he walked into the room, we were reading. Oh yeah. Timing is everything -- if he had arrived just a few minutes earlier, he would have seen me playing solitaire on the iTouch and Will playing with his toys, singing "Troublemaker" by Weezer.
Hopefully we'll be one family unit together under the roof of Casa de Jane here soon, with The Mister not traveling this week for obvious reasons.
Here's to the roller coaster coming to a complete stop so we can get off and experience some less exciting rides for a while...