Another ER visit, but all is well

Tonight, another scare, but one that we handled (surprising ourselves) like veterans. We checked on Roxie around 9 pm because she was still awake after an hour in bed. She had thrown up all over the place, and we bathed her, tried to get her to take some medicine, and put her back to bed this time on her blow up mattress in our room. An hour later (we were watching her), she went into status epilepticus (a seizure that doesn't stop on its own). Unlike in January, we were much more calm about how to deal with the situation. We got out the diastat, gave it to her rectally, and five minutes later, she was out of the seizure and sleeping in our arms.

Of course, given what happened in January, we didn't want to take any chances, so we woke up McRae, took her to a neighbor's house down the street, and drove Roxie to the ER. This time, she didn't have another seizure, and she didn't have RSV or pneumonia to cause any complications. We took precautions and asked for a chest x-ray and a precautionary IV to be put in her arm. It was scary as you'd expect, but we were so much more in control, knowledgeable, and empowered this time. Presbyterian Hospital staff were champs as always, and after removing the IV and giving us some sage advice, they allowed us to head back home three hours later. We think she must have a 24-hour virus of some kind that she picked up at school perhaps.

The poignant moment of the night happened when Kate awoke McRae to tell her Roxie was sick and that we had to take her down the street. McRae said "I don't want Roxie to cry" but she stayed positive and seemed calm. We'll be spending some time today explaining things to her. It was very sweet, and I am so proud of her.