Abby is in the hospital tonight. She ended up having 9seizures today... who knows what the night holds. Daddy is there with her now and I'll go up and join him tomorrow. Thankfully we have a friend more than willing to watch Marc during the day and the fluffy one will go to doggie camp.
Abby has now had 22 seizures this week. She can't remember her ABC's. Damage is done with each one.
Daddy just texted me and asked me to pray for the iv stick to go on the first attempt. I did. I prayed for her to have peace and calmness, for God to work directly through the hands of the nurse and get it on the first try... and He did. I got a text saying, "got it! first attempt. no tears. didn't even flinch!" Oh, I love her.
When we told her at lunch we were taking her into the hospital, she had a look of peace come across her face. In the past, this has made her very upset. "Does that sound like a good idea?" I asked her. She smiled and shook her head yes. She's ready... that's half the battle.