A whopping 1 degree. But the wind chill makes it a high of -17. The weather page says “Frigid with Sunshine”. Lovely. Welcome to Winter in northern Wisconsin.
Well, Grace had her birthday party yesterday and it was fun! I must admit that I cheated with her cake yesterday: it was an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen. I know, scandalous! :0) My sister-in-law offered to pick one up and I accepted. Grace got several cute and neat things. One is a working “Hello Kitty” cash register that has a working scanner, play money, an actual calculator… All the children have enjoyed playing with it. She also got some puzzles, a baby doll, a play camera, a play cell phone, a baton (with glitter inside), and a kit with over 200 “art” things to do in it. And then people came to skate. She even won the limbo game! I wish I had taken pictures of her skating, but unfortunately, I usually think of taking pictures after the fact! Oh well.
I think Nathaniel is still having seizures. About 8:20pm last night, as I was cleaning up in the kitchen before bed, his left leg began to switch. Convulse, really. He was also flicking his tongue. I asked my sister-in-law this morning if she felt any movement like that while she was holding him last night. She said she did and it was the same leg. She said the movement didn’t last longer than a few seconds, while what I saw lasted for longer than 30 seconds. And a little while ago, as I was sitting here at the computer, his right leg began to move. I held it and the movement didn’t stop (I was told that if you hold the arms or legs which are moving and the movement doesn’t stop, then it is very likely a seizure. Of course, I didn’t remember that until I was thinking about it later).
I’m going to call the neurologists’ office tomorrow and tell them this. I’ll be honest and admit there is a small part of me that says “Don’t call, don’t report it. If you pretend that you saw or think nothing, then nothing is wrong”. Don’t panic. I know this is foolish, and selfish, thinking. And I have no intention of acting upon it. But what parents wants to admit that their child has a physical or mental “problem”? Esp. when they look and act so “normal”? Note: I realize that “normal” is very relative. But you know what I mean.
So, I don’t know what all this could mean. The doctor might want to see us earlier than Thursday. Although I hope not, because Adam can not get off at all until Wednesday after noon (he does have Thursday – Sunday off, though) and I don’t want to go down to Marshfield without him.
I believe God does not give us more than what we can handle. And whatever comes, we will be able to handle it and He will be right there with us. *sigh* I just wish He’d let me in on what He knows about me that I don’t.