Emotional support, Epilepsy and parenting

Living life on high alert.

The phone rings. I receive a text. Someone calls my name from the other room. There’s a strange noise. These are all moments that currently have my heart leaping out of my chest. The worry isn’t just your ordinary everyday worry. It is a deep all-consuming worry that sticks in your throat and makes your chest feel heavy.

Each time W has had a seizure it has been a shock. They are completely random and we still can’t detect noticeable triggers. I’m on high alert 24/7.

Sleep. I don’t think we’ve had a settled night since October when the Tonic-clonic seizures began. We bought a cheap video baby monitor in a hope to alleviate some anxiety. The problem is…every single sound makes us jump out of our skin. The panic that we might miss a seizure and he is laying on his back, without help, often invades my dreams.

Quite understandably, I also don’t want to be more than 15 minutes from W at any given time. Fortunately, I work 5 minutes from his nursery and approximately 10 minutes from my home. Each place we visit I also check for phone signal/ or if there is close surrounding help if something did happen. It’s sometimes a hard decision between making sure that W is ‘living life like a toddler’ and making sure that he’s safe. Large soft play area’s for instance; I’m sure W would find exciting, but the idea of not being able to see him for periods or time or him having a seizure high up fills me with dread.  

Medication worries us. What if we forget? What if he hasn’t eaten enough food before it and it plays up his belly again? We have set alarms on both phones and regularly check each other. We make sure we are almost over stocked in the house. The repeat prescriptions can’t be forgotten and we also pray that he keeps the dosage down, so we don’t have to decide if it needs to be given again or not.

We are finding the most difficult thing after the Epilepsy diagnosis is there is no certainty. No one can tell us why. No one can tell us when. No one can tell us if it can be controlled. No one can give us any assurance. Everything is completely out of our control.

Deep breathes, count to ten and plough on. We got you baby. We’ll beat this thing and together we’ll stay strong.

Lots of love,

Clare