Tonight at work I was out of sorts for no good reason, to the point that around ten o'clock I declared it "dairy challenge day" and went to town on a pint of Haagen-Dazs.
At 10:30 Hotter called me to say he had a seizure aura. I made him get Big Child up and put him on the phone, reminded Big Child of what to do for someone having a seizure, and made the half-hour drive home in twenty minutes.
When I got there, Hotter was in the recovery position, and Big Child was a little rattled but had remembered that "noise means breathing" and not called 911. "You said only call 911 if he's not breathing or if I'm too scared, and he was making noise so I knew he was breathing, and I was pretty scared but I knew you were on your way," Big Child said. "Was that right?" I reassured him that he'd done exactly right and let him read for twenty minutes before bed to de-stress.
My kid is pretty awesome. Also? MY POOR KID, OMG.
I guess we'll have plenty to talk about at Hotter's neurology appointment tomorrow morning.