Last night at dinner Ian fell out of his chair and had a seizure.
No, that isn’t a punchline.
Andrew held Ian while I called 911. I’ve never dialed 911 before. Later, it occurred to me to be impressed I could do it. I don’t remember punching those numbers. By the time the EMT arrived, Ian was awake and wondering what had happened to him.
We later realized that something similar had occurred earlier in the week when he was alone in a room with only Willa for company. He claims he woke up on the floor and Willa was screaming at him. But he didn’t have the words to tell us what happened, so all he said was, “I fell asleep while I was playing with Willa. And my eyes popped out of my head.”
You have no idea how panicky that makes me feel.
I’d like to say it was the panic that made me eat chocolate peanut butter in the doctor’s office with a tongue depressor, but we all know I would do that on a normal day.
We have tests scheduled for next month, but the doctor assures me that right now, there’s nothing for us to do but watch him closely. And pray.
And so we will. Join us?