where else can i go?

I wish I could adequately describe the terror of looking in the backseat and seeing your toddler convulsing and turning blue. I just can't. It is scary. Thankfully, the Dada was with me. We are seasoned in seizures. We spend the days that follow unable to breathe, unable to sleep, talking in code. We obsess about doses of Tylenol. We worry that he's not eating. We watch for signs.

For the first few nights, she is full of questions. She brings cool cloths and water and offers help. She looks at me earnestly as I rock him and says, "You can call me if you need me."

Today, I laid him down for a nap and a few minutes later, returned to find this:

If a blog post could be a prayer,then this is mine: Please,God no more sickness in this house. Please be here in the midst of all of this. It feels like too much but I believe what You've said and I hold onto You the way they were holding onto each other.