Nothing Funny About This

Glen Ridge stay-at-home dad Looky Daddy takes time out today from his regular hilarity to blog a medical emergency about his first-grader Kathryn. She fell out of bed yesterday and hit her head, which apparently caused a seizure and other scary things. Her condition appeared to be stable when Looky Daddy took time out to connect with his readers from bedside at the hospital. But he’s all shook up.

I should be asleep, too. I know that there are people monitoring her right now, on little computer screens, and they’ll know even before I do if something goes wrong, but she’s so small. She’s so small in this big hospital bed and she’s got wires coming off her head and IV drips in her arm and something happened in her brain this morning, in her brain, and for a few hours this morning my Kathryn was gone, she was gone, and the spark in her eyes was dulled and I didn’t know if it was coming back and she’s so small. She’s so small.
She’s so goddamned small.

Be well.

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  1. I clicked the link to his blog but the entry was so sad I couldn’t finish reading it! 🙁
    You’re in my thoughts & prayers, Kathryn!!!

  2. People forget how precious this life is -we don’t mean to but we do.
    Probably because we have to or every day we would be terrified. But we do forget that life itself is a miracle, as every breath is.
    And although I believe in God, even if I didn’t, I still rather live as if there is —and with that I will say a prayer for your little one who may be small but is filled with the strength and love of her parents.
    May faith find you and sustain you.

  3. May God bless your daughter and help her through this. The spark isnt gone, it just flickered and will be back.

  4. My husband and I will never forget the morning when one of our seven-year old twins, (they are now 16) long potty-trained and never a bed-wetting incident, got out of bed and promptly sat down and urinated all over her bedroom rug. With a vacant look in her eyes she started picking at her pajamas and the tufts of carpet. By the time I had hauled her into the bathroom to clean her up her arms were rigid and she kept complaining about what she was seeing (her father’s plaid robe, which was nowhere in sight).
    That was the first seizure.
    The second time, on a Thursday morning before school, she quickly advanced to grand mal behavior while I frantically tried to get the other children ready for school. It didn’t pass, EMS arrived, and before we knew it there was our beautiful daughter, strapped onto a stretcher and hooked up to IVs, just as Kathryn is. We spent the longest day of our lives in the Emergency Room at St. Baranbas while they medicated and re-hydrated her.
    The good news is that after two years on gradually increasing doses of medication (which unfortunately does make them groggy), our daughter emerged from her tendencies toward seizure, her brain having grown sufficiently to re-wire the damaged pathway. And today she is healthy and very intelligent and doing very well in school.
    So there is hope, and often, a good resolution.

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