This past Monday and Tuesday we celebrated Rosh Hashana (the Jewish New Year). On Monday morning Sam and I debated whether we would be bringing Sonzee to the synagogue in order to hear the shofar (blowing of the ram's horn). In general I am usually the one that is in favor of bringing her along to family events, while Sam tends to play devils advocate and suggest that Sonzee would much rather not walk .3 tenths of a mile in 105 degrees and sit in a loudish room, "stuck in her chair". On most occasions she will be in pain, just have had a seizure, or present in some other manner that will make me side with Sam, but on Monday morning, I simply did not care.
Her first seizure of the morning was at 7:57am, seizure number two came a little after 9am, Sam was holding strong with his opinion, but I am more stubborn, and after all this is Rosh Hashana, SHE IS GOING WITH US. Sam left with the older kids, and I put her baby brother for a nap while she was sleeping the seizure off. A little after 11 her brother woke up and I was getting everything into the stroller and I told myself I was going to check her one more time to see if she was awake, and if not, I would leave her home. G-d threw me a bone, she was just waking up, so I told her nurse to get her up because she was coming with us to synagogue, and off we went.
Seizure number three happened in the back of the synagogue, but she was there, she got to hear the shofar sound, and she received the (Cohen Gadol blessing) priestly blessing while she slept in her wheelchair. We were going to be eating lunch at friends and we decided she and her nurse would come with us and hang out there versus going home. It was on big seizure four of the day (within 6 hours from her first) that she was given her loading dose of keppra and snuggled on the couch with her nurse. What a way to welcome a new year...good thing the secular calendar has another celebration in 3.5 months that we can hit refresh for.
I will admit her presence with us all day was 100% selfishly directed, but is it too much to want some normalcy? As Sam left with the older kids yesterday, he said "see you at 11:30", I yelled back, "no you won't". He said "You have to hear the shofar", "So does Sonzee", I retorted. I will admit that I threw myself a toddler tantrum and refused to go to synagogue because "If Sonzee was not going, neither was I". I was angry, to be honest, I still am. While she had fewer seizures today, (thanks 3200mg of Keppra, VNS, and Fycompa for doing what you're designed to do?) I am still a bit bitter. I just hope Monday is not going to indicative of what is in store for her year to come, but I suppose if it is, it isn't anything we aren't used to.
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