Last week was a bit of a rough recovery...for both her and me. There it was, in my heart, the feeling that it was over and now it's not. So as she grows, so too do fleeting images of a toddler playing with a watchful eye behind her, just waiting for the next seizure to hit. She could grow out of it still, that leaves us some hope. But for now, we continue on.
Something good did come of this batch of seizures. I really do think that sometimes they are a sign of developmental changes. According to this interesting book, The Wonder Weeks, the brain waves begin to change around this time, 38 weeks of life. So I think she just explodes developmentally and her little brain can't process it all. Maura has decided that she would like to eat.
It wasn't a surprise to me that it took her so long. Patrick was a late eater too. As she came out of her seizure induced haze this week, she was cranky. I figured her out though. She wanted to eat! Three meals a day kind of eating! Of course, she still nurses regularly, but the girl has decided that she is going to open her mouth an gobble down food like nobody's business.
I know there are many more developmental leaps to come, but this was a big one for her. Here's hoping the next one doesn't bring on another cluster of seizures. Mama has a particular hard time with it.