He wakes up. I carry him downstairs for breakfast. Seizure. I sing him a song. Seizure.
The physical therapist arrives, he must be woken from a brief nap. How many seizures can he have in those 30 minutes? At least 8.
All day. It only stops when he's sleeping.
The phenobarbital being slowed down makes him cranky and unable to sleep. Being unable to sleep brings on the seizures.
By 5pm he has one that lasts 2 minutes straight. It was the longest two minutes of my life. For now, he is peaceful. In his crib he is just another baby. Just my little boy.
The dawn is more frightening than the dark this time.
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