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Day .... well I can't even keep up with it now.

So the seizures are still with us.  Just finished up the clean-up from her latest one - that was exactly 10 minutes ago.  My mind is mush. 

After a nice little seizure in carline yesterday morning, I was convinced that the two rounds of antibiotics just haven't done their job, and maybe the fact that two straight weeks of seizures is enough.  Through wheel spinning between our pediatrician, neurologist and yours truly, we are taking this battle to the next level.  For now she will be on a three day round of ativan to try and curtail the seizures.  Tomorrow we will begin a month round of a stout antibiotic - and then we will re-evaluate, pending the seizures subside.  If this doesn't work I am ready to admit her for IV antibiotics. 

It is hard to imagine that something so simple as a sinus infection could inflict such havoc.  But maybe this will give you a little insight as to why we avoid illness like it literally is the plague.  Bigger things are extremely hard on her little body.  But she is tough - not once does she even whine.

And due to all this 'stuff' and the fact that I have homework, yes homework - I have not gotten to the ballet pictures yet.  Soon, very soon


It is hard for people to understand why we isolate our children so extremely from illnesses. A sinus infection, a cold, anything - the mean seizures come out. I hope that the ativan will put a stop to Ivey's seizures.

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