Madi is officially 8 months old today and what a week it has been!
First thing Monday morning we headed out to Montreal to visit our friend Joan. Made a pitstop in Saratoga Springs for a John Meyer concert. I didn't stay for the concert, since it was past Madison's bedtime but did get to meet and greet him- cool guy, very tall. We had 3 extra tickets so we decided to play benefactors and walked around looking for someone we liked to give them the tickets. I saw 3 girls who were super excited to get VIP tickets in the orchestra and it turned out 2 of them were pregnant too so they were really grateful.
We got to Montreal Tuesday and spent the afternoon roaming around Old town. It took us a while since most of the city is under construction and our GPS had suddenly lost its ability to understand English.
Wednesday we visited the Biodome and loved the penguins. At lunchtime our day and our trip went spiraling down...
We were about to order lunch when I noticed that Madi's hand was jerking. she was having another seizure. She was asleep so we woke her up. Waited 5 minutes and gave her 5 mg of Diastat. Repeated the dose since the first one didn't seem to work. About 15 min in the seizure we realized it wasn't stopping and headed to the nearest hospital. The convulsions had spread from the right arm to the right leg, to the left leg, left arm and finally the her face and were causing her to blink rhythmically with the convulsions.
My attempts to find the ER were helped by an administrator who found me in the hallway, ordered me on a wheelchair and got me there in no time. About 8 doctors and nurses surrounded Madison who had been seizing for about 25 minutes already. Their attempts to stop the seizure were in vain. Madison was in what is known as Status Epilepticus- a state of constant seizure. They kept on poking and probing and shooting drugs in her little body. Finally 55 minutes after the seizure had begun she relaxed and went into deep, drug induced sleep.
We were transferred to a pediatric hospital where we spent the night. Welcome back to socialism!- no diapers or anything provided by the hospital. Three beds to a room and they weren't even monitoring her heart rate or O2 saturation. The nurses came in like prison guards with flashlights every 2 hours to check on her. Every time they woke her up it took me another hour and a half to put her back to sleep. Around 4 am she started screaming like a banchee. It took me half an hour to convince the nurses that something is wrong with her and she is not just throwing a tantrum. It took them another 20 min to get her some tylenol.
Our road trip ended even more prematurely because the drugs we needed were not available on that side of the border. They could not give her a 10 mg Diastat for the ride home because she didn't weigh enough. Even after our doctor faxed a prescription to be filled Trileptal, an AED, was nowhere to be found.
So we headed back home.
When the guard on the border said "Welcome home" I said " thank god for Capitalism!
We are now back home. Madi is doing well. As well as she can between being drugged up, having 3 teeth come in, and fighting some kind of mysterious infection.
I hope this all ends well!
E