It was my turn to take the night shift.
I was woken up at 1am by the same yelp sound I heard just seventeen days ago. We were both calmer this time. I heard her jolting in her bed from down the hall and immediately woke up My Love before even turning down the covers. We went to her crib side. This time she was on her back rather than her side and her eyes were noticeably open. We were not in a panic. Dare I say peaceful? Once the seizure ended My Love wiped away the spit bubbles from her lips and she lie there limp with eyes closed now. I brushed my teeth and then My Love helped get our Babydoll dressed in something cooler. She was burning up. And yet we still hadn't replaced the batteries in our thermometer. When she gained consciousness/awareness, she cried and I gave her Motrin. There were no cold symptoms in the days leading up to this episode. Suddenly we realized she was not in the 80% of children who have had a febrile seizure and only experience one. At her follow up appointment two weeks ago with her pediatrician, he told us to take her to the ER again the next time it happened. Honestly I hoped that it wouldn't. This time they only took her blood which took three needle sticks to retrieve. Other than a slight pink color in her ear, there was no other infection.
Babydoll's fever lowered. They released her and I got home just in time for My Love who was dressed in a suit to leave for work so he could drive three hours to give a very important briefing.
Pray for our sweet Babydoll. She has been a trooper but her patience had been pushed to her limit. We are beginning to wonder if this is something we will always have to worry about with fevers. At this point, I just want to learn how to handle it in the future because middle-of-the-night ER visits with no present infection is tiring all around.
God is good! Even outside of the 80%.