Actually, let's dump the chronological thing and go straight for the relevant. Seven year old has a confirmed case of generalized epilepsy. If you have to have epilepsy, this is the one to have, according to Adam's pediatric neurologist. It is the type of epilepsy that he will most likely grow out of. It is also the type of epilepsy that is generalized and therefore across the board seizure activity that can happen anytime, anywhere, and therefore would be wise to medicate. For the time being. Until he grows out of it.
Adam is taking this all in stride, and is honestly more concerned that he up his quota of friends. Not so much concerned about taking medication or having his blood tested on a regular basis to test liver function. No, he's more about the practicalities of life. Like having friends. Or making sure we're having the right kind of tacos for dinner. Or convincing his brothers to play the game his way.
I'm glad to realize, that new revelation notwithstanding, Adam is still very much our same boy. I need to call and get his prescription underway, get myself educated.
As for the other health thing we were following up on: 4year old has had the experience of having his tummy x-rayed. Now, I need to locate the lab in the area. Or really, just A lab, ask them for the special containers they need for his poop so they can test it for any infection, parasite, etc. Again, Andrew is more concerned that he knows where his pokemon sticker book is, that he gets a snack when he needs one, and that we are eventually going to start staying home again.
Ben has a runny nose and had the most terrible night in memory of his (and therefore mine) short life two nights ago, during which, he nearly broke both of our spirits. Of course, it didn't help that my sweet Benjammy decided that he would freak out on the same night that we were 'sleep-depriving' Adam in prep for his EEG. Meaning, Mike was up with him til midnight, and I was up with him at 4am. Not too bad, really, until you consider that I was up with Ben in between that time.
It was such a blessing this morning to wake up in my bed, to be tired in my own kitchen. Routine has its own comfort.
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