Last Tuesday I got a call from one of the nurses at Meg’s school telling me my little girl was having a seizure. The nurse couldn’t give me a lot of information, she told me a boy from the class had just come down and the other nurse had just left to go treat her.
“We’re on our way!” is all I could say before hanging up.
My mind began to race though a gazillion questions…
Did she fall? Was she in the classroom? Was she with an adult? Oh god the stairs! Did it happen in the lunchroom? Was she hurt?
I could feel the back of my throat start to tighten and the tears start to well up in my eyes.
Stop it! You have to keep it together!
I could feel anxiety starting in my chest and I was so glad my husband was home to drive and keep me grounded. Half way to the school the phone rang again and this time the nurse was able to tell us to head straight for the classroom once we got there!
It didn’t take long for us to get to Meg’s school, but it felt as though it took much, much longer! As we walked up the stair to her classroom, my heart was still racing, and I just wanted to see my baby girl. When we entered the classroom Meghan was lying on the floor, with the nurse by her side, throwing up. I sat down on the floor in front of her to let her know we were there and to make sure she wasn’t still seizing. Her eyes were a little dilated, she looked dazed, but she was definitely coming out of the seizure. I scooped her up, held her in my arms and then I saw her teachers face, she was visibly shaken by the whole event. She kept looking at me and saying… God Bless you! God Ble… I had no idea! I have such a new found respect for you! Again I could feel my throat tighten, I told her Meg was fine and asked her if she was okay. I could see tears in her eyes and the concern on all of their faces and it felt good to know so many people were caring for my daughter.
It’s crazy how time can pass when you’re dealing with an emergency, sometimes minutes can seem like hours and yet, other times, it can feel like everything has happened in seconds and before you know it 20 minutes have gone by. I think this is why there was a little confusion about how long Meg had seized!
From what I understand, the kids had just come back from lunch and they had put up tri-fold partitions to get ready for practice testing. The teacher had noticed Meg’s partition didn’t look right and had tried to get her attention, but Meg had not responded. Upon standing the teacher realized that Meg was having a seizure. The kids were lined up and led out! Thankfully they didn’t really see much because of the dividers. Meg was moved to the floor and laid her on her side. From what the teachers described everything sounded characteristic of Meg’s normal seizures. I gave Meg’s teacher a hug, thanked everyone and we headed home!
Once home we put a call in to her neurologist and gave Meg something for her headache. She slept for quite a while, which is pretty normal after having a seizure. By supper time Meg was more like herself, but we kept her home an extra day to make sure. It was so nice to receive calls and messages from the teachers and her friends; I honestly think it made her feel a little less nervous about it all.
Two days later, she went back to school and it was so hard to let her go! Of course, I know things needed to be as normal as possible for her, but as her mom I just wanted to wrap her up in my arms and keep her home! I’ll admit I did walk her to class the first day back! Her teachers all seemed confident and told me they were ready if she were to have another seizure. Her friend had made cupcakes for her coming back and the kids went on as if nothing had happened, which I think was really important for her.
I can’t say I’m not nervous about another seizure happening at school, this was her second, but it helps to know her school is prepared and willing to stand by her and do whatever they can to make sure she’s safe.