Filing this away

into my category of "So this is my new normal"'s.

For those involved, it probably did not really play out like this. However, in my desolate, panic stricken, maniac mama mind that has evolved in light of our daughter, to this file it goes.....

This morning I, along with three others, went to our 5:30 am, that's right - for all you lazy folks, that is AM, group training. Hence, we pounded the gym for 45 solid minutes that I am most certain my body will remind me of as I contemplate a maneuver to get out of the bed in the morning..trying to figure out exactly why I am sore in places that I didn't even know had muscles... That's okay come February 8th all will prove worth it (I will explain that later).

Anyhow, after running 15 minutes late, no less due to showering after a brutal workout, Ivey and I skipped off to an appointment with her GI doctor, which by the way, is on the third floor of the pediatric wing at Floyd. Remember third floor, that tidbit of information will play a vital role in just one moment.

Backing up for a moment, recall that when traveling with Ivey one very important bag - THE PINK BAG - always goes with us.... always.. Also important, it's always with us except when mama, hence me, has brain freeze and leaves it in the car in 26 degree weather.

Back to story, we get all the way up to the third floor after traipsing across the parking lot at Floyd, hence, no spots close to the door, and all of you know how far a walk that is from the back of the parking lot....in 26 degree weather....after a brutal workout....carrying a 20 pound child and pushing a stroller full of all of her 'stuff', except for the pink bag. It is back in the car in the back of the parking lot.

We get up to the third floor and you guessed it, she strikes out in a small seizure. I don't panic often, but needless to say, I freaked out a little bit. Luckily, we were standing in the peds hallway, hence I handed Ivey over to a sweet nurse and struck out in full sprint.

Now let's back track. That would be from the third floor, down to the lobby, out into 26 degrees weather, across one gigantic parking lot and did I mention it was after a brutal workout? Needless to say, fight or flight kicked in.....back across the parking lot....at this point I was conspiring the murder of my friend Martha- my legs went numb-.......back into the hospital.

At this point for some very not-so-smart reason, I actually jumped on the elevator. Really? Which went down to the first floor first, during which time I said some not-so-nice things. Reluctantly, I stayed on the elevator and made it back up to the third floor. Needless to say, barely breathing.

So here's to my new normal and running around like a chicken with my head cut off in public.

Ivey got her Diastat and was fine. For the second time EVER, her Diastat worked. As of right now she has been seizure free the rest of the day with no trip to the ER. Cross your fingers for tonight.

Oh, and once I got everything situated, I realized there was an extra Diastat in a bag already with us.. up on the third floor.