I feel like I just woke up from a really bad dream.
The kind of dream that hangs around even after you've crawled out of bed and you just can't quite shake it off.
It feels weird, all that we went through, I find myself questioning the whole thing.
How can we be having seizure free days after non-stop seizures for months? It's been one stressful event after another since January. The ER visits, the hospitalizations, the falling, the bumps and bruises, bloody lips, medicines tried, medicines failed, phone calls, doctors appointments, blood draws, and on and on and on. It feels so deadly quiet now. I find myself not relaxed like I thought I would, but on edge like a lull in a storm, waiting to be hit again. Can it really just get better like this?
Things just can't go from what they were to what they are so fast. Can they? So it must be that I was startled awake and it was all just a bad dream. Such a surreal four months could not possibly have existed.
Except we have the pictures, and the scars, and the journals, and the follow up visits.
I need to shake this feeling off and keep on moving on. We have a whole new set of issues coming up...like potty training, behavioral issues, and speech therapy. As well as keeping this diet successful, which is the most important thing of all. It may be the end of one part of this (for the most part) but we still have a long ways to go.