My baby might’ve had a seizure this morning. It’s so hard to tell when it’s not a fall down and foam and the mouth and seize-up kind of seizure that most people think of when they hear the word. I had to take the girls this morning to take Brandon to work and I had to wake her up suddenly, take her from the warm house in the cold to the warm car, I left her glasses off so she could go back to sleep, and of course she didn’t so she looked at the streetlights in the dark the whole time. That would make a perfect storm for one. I got her home and was in bed giving her a bottle and she started twitching her left arm and then blinking. Of course when I notice the same movement over and over I start timing and watch her like a hawk like back in the old seizure days. It lasted four minutes, but she drank her bottle and smiled at me like normal. Then she fell asleep, gradually. But what scares me is how heavy she slept. I tried waking her up for therapy and it was hard and now she’s a big grouch. This isn’t the first time since she’s been “seizure-free” I “think” she’s had a seizure or some kind of neurological brain-thing. But now she’s up, smiling for the camera, and momma’s going to watch every little movement and see if the neurologist wants to do anothet EEG when we see him next month. Not that it will tell us she’s had a seizure or have another, but hopefully it won’t too! It’s the frustration of not knowing or wanting to know about this brain malformation. Everyday is a blessing, a mystery, and a nightmare all at the same time.