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More than a week ago, my husband noticed that Ben was falling forward. He banged his head badly on one of these occasions. I was away the weekend, but when I came back, Ryan showed me how Ben was drifting forward while sitting in the bathtub. That evening I emailed Ben's teacher to ask her if she had noticed anything.

The next day, Ben's teacher called me to say that, in fact, she noticed Ben falling forward often. She and the assistant thought it could be an ear infection. I was able to get Ben in with a pediatrician that afternoon.

I prayed it would be an ear infection. But life being what it is, of course it was not an ear infection. That would have been too easy. A curve ball was being sent our way.

The pediatrician was a doctor whom we had not seen before. She was serious and focused. Ben's ears were fine, but she persisted with questions and was obviously concerned. While we waited in the office, she called Ben's neurologist who recommended an EEG for Ben the next morning.

In order for the EEG to be effective, Ben had to be kept awake until midnight and awoken at 4am. And if you read this blog regularly, you will know I had a weekend planned with my mom in Washington, DC to celebrate her birthday and I was to leave the day of the EEG. But with the help of my husband, and several other kind people, Ben had the EEG.

While on the road to DC, I called many times to find out the results of the test. I finally was put in touch with the technician, he let me know that everything was okay. Relief flooded over me.

Later, while walking the streets of DC with my mom and sister, admiring the blooming cherry trees, Ryan called me. The doctor had called him with the results of the test. Ben was having seizures every 10 seconds. He was starting medication that evening.

The pit of my stomach felt hollow, almost like being punched and getting the wind knocked out of you. Here I am in downtown DC celebrating my mom's birthday, not having had a weekend away with my mom and sister, ever. I have to admit I was angry for Ryan calling me. Blissful ignorance for a few days would have suited me fine. It took me many hours to realize that Ryan needed me not so much to know what was going on, but to listen. It's his son too, after all. And he'd been up since 4am dealing with reality on his own.

That night, about midnight, I cried. My sister was there to console me. She said all the right things...nothing. She just listened. I called Ryan. Thankfully, he was still up.

I came home on Sunday as planned. I was glad to see Ben all in one piece. Over the weekend, I began picturing him as a fragile boy. This will change as I get used to the idea of seizures and find out more about them. Seizure is a scary word to me, partly because of what it represents, partly because there is so much I do not know. And partly because it just is a scary word.

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I am not so good with curve balls. I like the expected pitch of a fast ball or even a slider. The curve ball requires me to change position, think fast and move even quicker. Tough for me to handle, and it may slow me down, but in the end, I will hit it head on with my own version of a flat swing.



  

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