Last night Everett had a seizure.
I held his hands as doctors tried to figure out why he was sick. I stroked his cheek and whispered what comfort I could.
It was midnight, beside me was a very small girl in pink princess jammies holding my hand, all the while whispering, "It's ok. It's ok. It's ok."
And it was. But she's still three. So she still requested juice for herself. Still wanted to be held when he needed to be held. Still wanted stickers and to go home and a teddy and blankie and to play games on our phones. And I whispered back to us all, "It's ok. It's ok. It's ok."
And then it was.
6 comments:
Oh my gosh. So scary. Praying for all of you.
I'm glad things are better...know that the whole family is in our prayers.
Oh no! I hope he is doing better today. Love to you all!
okay to repost this the right way (I am still waking up apparently!)
Praise God your precious boy is safe. We'll continue to pray for your family and for wisdom for the doctors. Love to you.
Praying all is okay. Love you
Kar! That's so scary! I'm glad everything's ok! Let me know if I can do anything...I'm praying. Love you!
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