Excitement...

On Tuesday morning Edith woke up with a temperature.  Martin gave her childrens' ibuprofen and I took her out in the back garden to cool her off.  She perked up, and was just tucking in to her breakfast when she started convulsing.  She had a febrile seizure that lasted for around 5 minutes.  We called for an ambulance, they came, and took me and Edith to Hull Royal Infirmary.  She had another seizure in the emergency room (I think), was given a dose of anti-seizure medication, had blood drawn for a whole bunch of tests, and was admitted.  We spent just over 24 hours at the hospital.

Poor Edith had a rough night, but she is doing just fine.  All of her blood work was totally clean, and unlike the seizures that Dylan had while we were visiting Utah, we KNOW this one was a febrile seizure.  They just wanted to make sure that there was nothing seriously wrong with her that was causing the fever.  She is ok.

It was more than just a little bit terrifying to see her convulsing like that.  I was worried, because it lasted so long, that she would suffer some lasting damage.  But she seems to be doing great.  This evening she was crawling around, laughing, and playing with Dylan like nothing had happened.  She's been babbling away and clapping and doing all the things that she was doing just two days ago. 

The only thing that seems to have been affected is that she just wants me to breastfeed her all the time.  I fed her a lot in the hospital because it was easier and she prefers it.  Tonight she wouldn't take her bottle at bed time. 

Thanks for your concern and prayers, everybody.  She is a stubborn little fighter, and she is strong.  And, best of all, she is sleeping peacefully with no temperature!