Better today than yesterday...

I was feeling pretty bad about myself yesterday.  I had a seizure on Monday night (a very small one) but it was the first one that my 3-year-old had been present for.   Luckily it was over as soon as it started (hubby said it lasted 5-6 seconds) and my daughter didn't really notice anything was wrong...until I started crying.  She was so loving toward me though, it broke my heart.  She came and cuddled with me on the couch and sang to me.   

I was feeling bad about myself because still, even after all these years, it shocks and surprises me how little control I have over my body when I have a seizure.  I equate it to a freight train...it's coming and coming fast...there are things I can do to put it off for a short time (i.e.: take extra meds, take a nap, get something to eat, try to de-stress), but it will eventually hit.  HARD.  I wasn't even that concerned about myself.  I was worried whether my daughter was going to freak out, and worried if the baby was okay.  And truth be told, my daughter handled it a whole lot better than I did.  And the baby is fine...still kicking and moving as much as before.

I have to learn to not be so hard on myself...