Whenever Sonzee's seizures start to occur more often and
increase in intensity, it is only a matter of time before my tightly woven
sense of control quickly starts to unravel. It begins with me reminding
myself that watching and waiting is the best course of action. It then
turns into a friendly email to her epileptologist, usually
accompanied with a video or two for her so she can share her opinion (which 95%
of the time is agreeing with my observation and thus giving me a little jolt
into reality). I then brace myself because I know her follow up email is
going to include a medication increase, and by this point I am only half on
board with her suggestion. 1/3 of the time the first boost in
medications does the trick temporarily, but the other 2/3 of the time we
might as well be syringing her additional doses of water. Then a few days
go by and we realize things are getting worse, the emails continue back and
forth, the seizures are more often and longer and scarier, resulting in us
maxing out all the current medications she is taking. Despite knowing
that this will most likely do nothing, we have no choice...right?
Besides the
obvious negatives of the medication change not doing what its sole purpose was
intended to do, there is now the figurative ledge I find myself trying to balance
on as the winds pick up their speed. The moment by moment nerves, the
anticipation of the unknown, the fear of realizing that our options are
dwindling and even if they were not, we know nothing will work for long.
The desire to figure out the trigger(s), is she getting sick? is she sick
but her body is hiding it well? is it just CDKL5 in all its glory? I am
overwhelmed with doubt, my mommy-gut is confused and challenged, I am numb and do
not know what the right answer is. The chaos of the situation fills me to
the brim and I feel like I am standing in a room that just spins around me and
I cannot find the door. As the room spins and walls close in on me, I am
supposed to believe that "I can do this", that "I can handle
this, and "that I am strong"...but I am only human.
No matter how many
times or how often we find ourselves here, in this exact situation, I have not learned how
to handle it properly. I can carry on small talk and keep my feelings
inside. I can fake a smile, and make myself laugh, I can put on a good
show, but it takes everything in me to make it through weeks like these.
I can only take so much of this before I break. I do not understand
how this situation is meant for someone like me, because honestly, I am only human.
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