Yesterday was free from any appointments. All except a visit from a friend (which was a good kind of appointment). The uneventful day was promising.
We called back and forth with the neurologist's office. It didn't fit with a seizure profile, they thought it may have been something with his medications. I was relieved.
The early afternoon rolled by filled with conversation, kids playing, and happy baby noises. And our first snow!
The screams broke through my thoughts. They sounded unusually forceful and strange. The trembling began again over his whole body. His condition continually worsened over the next 20 minutes. His face became so pale and his eyes strange. I was scared. Darryl ran to get a blanket to wrap him up in the van, Dad told him there was no time, I couldn't find my shoes, and somehow we piled into the van again, headed for ER for a second time.
He laid still on the big white bed in his blue and green hospital gown. Darryl and I looked at each other, exhausted. "He's precious," was all Darryl said. Sometimes when you feel something is slipping away you realize its beauty all the more. Slowly
On the wordless drive through the lighted streets I looked down at