As a mom, the worst thing in the world is when my child is sick. I’m a natural worrywart… but with Eve, I have a good excuse. When she was 2, I put her down for a nap one afternoon, turned on the monitor, and called my husband. I immediately said to him, “She’s making a funny noise. I’m going to go check on her.” When I picked her up, she was hot as an iron. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, and her hand was shaking in tremor. The sound was her choking on drool. Within the space of two minutes, she had developed a nearly 106 fever and began to seize. I rushed her to the ER, moaning, “Hang on, baby” the whole way. They were unable to bring her fever down below 103, but she began to stabilize.
Almost four years later, she is now free of the inexplicable, sudden life-threatening fevers and seizures – and 911 calls and ambulances, ER visits, and multitude of tests – that plagued her for over two years. But whenever she is the slightest bit ill – especially when she has a fever – I panic. I can’t help it.
But Eve, almost six and very precocious and cunning, knows this… and milks it for all it’s worth.