This experience has definitely changed how we view the world and how we react to it. Both Jeff and I have found ourselves dealing with the aftermath in different ways and have been reluctant to revisit it enough to write about it.
I was unable to sleep throughout the night for several days, and was constantly checking on Norah. All I could think about was if she had gone into that seizure in the middle of the night, we would never have known (she was silent throughout it). It's a terrifying thought and one that prevented me from sleeping with any ease.
Jeff constantly replayed the day's events and questioned his choices. After much review we are confident that he made the right ones and I am able to admit that had I been in his place, I don't think I would have done as well.
We have both caught ourselves feeling her forehead and checking her cheeks on a regular basis. The thermometer is used more frequently than I think either of us would care to admit, and we have plenty of Motrin on hand.
Norah remains largely unaffected by the week's events, and while she is still covered in bruises from all the iv lines and tape, is in good spirits and thankfully remembers very little of it.
On our way out of the hospital we were in the elevator with a woman who proudly stated they would be discharged the next day following her son's six week stay, although she added "of course we'll have to come back for therapy." Suddenly our three day stay (while terrifying) was put in perspective. We have added to our nightly prayers all the children who did not get to go home from the hospital that day.
As always we are well aware of our blessings and want to thank everyone who called, who sent emails, and who kept Norah in their prayers. It has been said that the presence of God is felt in this world, not through great works, but in the loving actions and words of others. Never have I more fully agreed with this. In those seemingly endless days we felt God's presence in every hug, phone call, email, offer of meals and babysitting, and more. While our day to day has changed very little, our hearts are forever changed.
It is our hope that while she probably won't remember this experience later in life, she will know through this blog how much she is loved and what an incredible impact loving actions can have.
Thank you everyone and God Bless you.
I was unable to sleep throughout the night for several days, and was constantly checking on Norah. All I could think about was if she had gone into that seizure in the middle of the night, we would never have known (she was silent throughout it). It's a terrifying thought and one that prevented me from sleeping with any ease.
Jeff constantly replayed the day's events and questioned his choices. After much review we are confident that he made the right ones and I am able to admit that had I been in his place, I don't think I would have done as well.
We have both caught ourselves feeling her forehead and checking her cheeks on a regular basis. The thermometer is used more frequently than I think either of us would care to admit, and we have plenty of Motrin on hand.
Norah remains largely unaffected by the week's events, and while she is still covered in bruises from all the iv lines and tape, is in good spirits and thankfully remembers very little of it.
On our way out of the hospital we were in the elevator with a woman who proudly stated they would be discharged the next day following her son's six week stay, although she added "of course we'll have to come back for therapy." Suddenly our three day stay (while terrifying) was put in perspective. We have added to our nightly prayers all the children who did not get to go home from the hospital that day.
As always we are well aware of our blessings and want to thank everyone who called, who sent emails, and who kept Norah in their prayers. It has been said that the presence of God is felt in this world, not through great works, but in the loving actions and words of others. Never have I more fully agreed with this. In those seemingly endless days we felt God's presence in every hug, phone call, email, offer of meals and babysitting, and more. While our day to day has changed very little, our hearts are forever changed.
It is our hope that while she probably won't remember this experience later in life, she will know through this blog how much she is loved and what an incredible impact loving actions can have.
Thank you everyone and God Bless you.
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