My sweet baby is not doing so great this week. The poor thing has a runny nose, a cough, and is just out of sorts all around.
On Wednesday night, we had a little episode that scared me bad. I won’t go into the details, but she did some weird stuff in a 20ish minute span that made me wonder if we should take her to the hospital.
Evan came home and after some debate we decided against going in because she had returned to normal (well, I’m-sick-with-a-cold-and-not-too-happy normal) and we had her regular 6 month appointment scheduled for Thursday morning anyway. We watched her closely through the evening and night and she seemed to be okay.
At her appointment, after talking to the doctor, he suggested that what happened might possibly have been a mild seizure. Not for sure. It’s just a possibility. He assured me that as a one time, isolated incident, it is not something to be concerned about. It could have happened as a result of having a low grade fever, being congested, fighting an infection, being tired, lacking oxygen for a short time, and so on. He said if episodes like this occur in the future, then we would certainly want to check it out, but for now, everything seems to be fine, aside from her having a common cold.
During this I came to realize how blessed, truly blessed, I am to have a healthy, thriving child.
Over the course of one evening, where my baby seemed to be not doing so well for a few short moments, my mom heart got all torn up. In a bad way. It hurt my heart to see her like that. And, in reality, it was nothing. Nothing in comparison to what some Mamas go through.
We’ve made it to the six month point without having to have any doctor visits aside from her normally scheduled checks. (Mind you, she has been under the weather at two of these appointments – girlfriend just loves to get sick the day before so we can get it all done in one fell swoop). Aside from a few colds, runny noses, coughs and sneezes, she’s been in perfect health. No high fevers. No ear infections. No flu bugs. No major health concerns. This week is the first time that her health has caused any changes to her temperament. Generally speaking, she is a healthy and happy babe. And this is not to toot my own horn – it’s only by the grace of God that she’s remained so healthy. It is not because of anything I’ve done or haven’t done. Babies get sick. It happens. Especially this winter. Oh yes, it happens.
But, somehow we’ve escaped most of that. And realize that we are so blessed.
I have realized that our trials are so miniscule compared to those faced by many families.
And that the gift of a healthy child is one to be cherished.