The hospital visit last week confirmed what we had suspected; He is having seizures. They put him back on Phenobarbital and this has made the lad very cranky. He hates the taste of it, it makes him irritable and dizzy. Suddenly he is scared to death of the front door. If someone opens or closes the door he goes bananas...its pretty crazy. The upside to all this (if there is one) is that since starting him on it about a week ago his seizures have become less pronounced and less frequent. Thats about all we know right now. Its been a difficult couple weeks for us and appreciate everyones continued support.
This too shall be made right.
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Hey Curt Dog,
Seeing that pic of little Andrew made me remember a conversation we had a while ago about a song that made me cry cause it reminded me of Andrew in the hospital when he was first born. Anyways I was finally able to find out who it was by. It is a song called "Wires" by "Athlete", you can see the video here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uriGngTXyrE
Lyrics are as follows:
You got wires going in
You got wires coming out of your skin
You got tears making tracks
I’ve got tears that are scared of the facts
Running down corridors, through automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
I see hope is here in a plastic box
I’ve seen Christmas lights reflect in your eyes
You got wires going in
You got wires coming out of your skin
There’s dry blood on your wrist
Your dry blood on my fingertip
Running down corridors, through automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
First night of your life, curled up on your own
Looking at you now you would never know
I see it in your eyes; I see it in your eyes
You’ll be alright
I see it in your eyes; I see it in your eyes
You’ll be alright
All right
Running down corridors, through automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
I see hope is here in a plastic box
I’ve seen Christmas lights reflect in your eyes
Running down corridors, through automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
First night of your life, curled up on your own
Looking at you now you would never know
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