In Which Connor Has Another Seizure

Today I was pushing Connor on his tricycle around the house while Jeremy was out cycling.  The tricycle is a favorite toy; it's modified so that Connor can use it with help.  Normally he loves playing on it, but today after just a couple minutes he began to fuss and shake his head "no."  I thought he just didn't want to work-- the bike is definitely physical therapy-- and told him we'd do one more round of the house and then be done.  Then the painters who've been working on Connor's bed knocked on the garage door to let me know they were packing up for the day, and I parked Connor just on the other side of the doorway, closed the garage door and turned back around.

Connor was slumped over the bike, totally silent and motionless, his helmet resting against the handle bars.  He hadn't been fussing because he didn't want to work.  He'd been fussing because he was about to have a seizure.

I unstrapped him as quickly as I could and raced with him into his bedroom, grabbing the phone on the way in.  He was still breathing, one leg jerking slightly in a rhythmic fashion, but his eyes were fixed and his body was otherwise totally limp.  I lay him down on his mattress and grabbed his oxygen and his emergency seizure med.  Just as I got back to the bed, his leg stopped jerking, his eyes closed, and he stopped breathing.

So I bent over and breathed for him, as I've had to do so many times before.  I probably gave him about forty breaths-- he was gone for about two minutes-- before he gave a great gasp and started breathing again on his own.  I was just reaching for the Diastat when he came back.

He's fine now-- he slept for a little bit (there's his adorable self sleeping) and then was just a bit cranky and tired the rest of the evening.  But I really hoped we had the seizures licked for a while, so it's disappointing that he had one today: especially such a long one.  Hopefully we won't see another for a while.

Yeesh.  What a day.

~Jess