As you know, I always debate how much – or even whether – to “share” here. Especially the not-so-great stuff. So when the first thing happened, I was like, no. But then the second thing happened, and it was just starting to feel kind of disingenuous to be writing about savory scones and nail polish while………………
So this is what happened. Just so you know.
Noah had a seizure two weeks ago. Because it was a school holiday he was home. And because he had had a seizure before, we at least knew what we were looking at. But this time it came out of nowhere. He recovered quickly and we were very lucky that the pediatric neurologist was on-call that day. He asked us to schedule an EEG and an MRI for the following week.
The EEG was on Wednesday – Noah had to be sleep deprived, which meant keeping him up till midnight and waking him at 5 a.m. (all I can say about THAT is: you really, really need to watch “Madagascar 3” at least four times to catch all of the subtle nuances).
Noah sailed through the test like a champ.
The MRI was on Friday. For that test he needed to be sedated – which is serious and scary no matter what, but especially when it’s a child. And again, he was such a trooper. A little loopy upon awakening but overall none the worse for wear. In fact, we were able to leave that afternoon for a long-planned weekend away at a ranch-style resort about an hour north of us. Noah was swimming in the pool that night and having a ball.
On Saturday, Noah:
Rode a pony.
Went tubing (many many times).
Skied down the hill (twice!).
And tried ice skating for almost 2 hours.
And then broke 2 bones in his arm in (wait for it) the bouncy castle.
Many hours in the local ER only to find out that the only orthopedist was many MORE hours away, and couldn’t set a child’s arm anyway.
But then the stars aligned and a new friend – who “happens” to be a pediatric specialist – spoke to some orthopedists in New York and arranged for us to be seen first thing Sunday morning. Noah was home, in a cast, by lunchtime.
So that’s why there’s been a little radio silence around here.
I’ve been playing the head game that we parents play when life throws us curves.
You know the game.
“Okay, at least it’s not……..” “Thank god he didn’t…….” “As long as we don’t have to…….”.
My beautiful and very talented friend Britta recently wrote about this, and I swear it was a revelation to learn that I wasn’t the only one who thought these thoughts.
Yes, it will be a challenging 6 weeks ahead. We need to find out why Noah had a seizure – and what happens next. We had to cancel our trip for later this month. His therapies will be compromised until the cast comes off.
We have found doctors who will give Noah the very best of care.
It’s “only” a broken arm. It will heal. He will be as good as new (and he’s SO good).
We’ll take another trip another time.
He’ll catch up on his lessons, etc. (he’s five, for god’s sake).
And we have had the experience of being so, so blessed to have friends – some new, some forever – who have reached out to help, check in, bring goodies and send us love.
And I’ll catch up to myself – eventually.
Thanks for taking the time to listen; we now return you to your regularly scheduled broadcast.
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