JUST a few nights back, we were watching a series, and the person in the series unexpectedly had a seizure. When Liam saw that 5 second scene, he asked me what was happening so I explained that the person was having a seizure. Then he said to me, “Mommy, I hope that NEVER happens to me“. And I replied to him, “I hope so too my boy”, because that was all my heart allowed me to say to him at that moment.
Monday, the 1st of September 2014. The bluest of all Mondays. A day I will never forget. It was my first day at my new job. As was any Monday, I dropped off Liam at creche and off I went to work. I was keen to get started with my new beginnings as I had worked for almost 10 years at my previous job and it somehow felt like I was about to start a new life. Little did I know, that my life, my outlook on life and everything in my life, would change forever from that day on. And not in the way I expected. The guilt seed was planted in me that week. I blame myself for my sons Epilepsy. And this guilt is forever growing in me.
Halfway though my first day and my phone was ringing non stop (it was on vibrate), but I ignored it. When I eventually looked at my phone I saw that it was my husband trying to reach me. I was irritated that he had been so insistent on speaking to me, having well known it’s my first day at a new job. I mean, what could be SO important? Then he called me on the landline. He sounded distressed. All he said was “TRACY” and I immediately knew that something real bad had happened and within that split second, I thought that someone close to me had died.
I couldn’t think of anything more urgent to call me about. So I breathed, and asked what is wrong. “Liams school called me and said that he had a seizure and we need to get there asap!”
Every, single bone in my body felt stiff, my heart started racing, a million thoughts were running through my mind and I couldn’t speak for at least 10 seconds. I was shattered and I was confused. I was panicking. Obviously something must have happened to him. He probably fell off something while playing and that is why he had a seizure. Or perhaps he knocked his head somewhere and that caused a seizure.
I hung up, let my new boss know that I am leaving for the day and rushed off to my child. Great way to start a new job. But all I could think of, and rightfully so, was that my child needed me and I needed to get to him in lightning speed. So off I go. As I was approaching the school, hubby called and told me that Liam is not there and that the school had sent him with an ambulance to an emergency unit. Again, every, single bone in my body felt stiff, my heart was racing and a million thoughts were running through my mind. So many questions and no answers. As I’m typing this, my neck pains and my heart hurts. I feel the very same hurt and helplessness I felt 3 and a half years ago.
We finally arrived at the emergency room and there he was, with many different plugs and cords and things attached to him. He was unconscious. Why won’t he wake up? “Mommy is here Liam, just wake up and tell everyone you are ok!” What is happening to my little boy? I just cannot comprehend all of this. I just dropped you off at creche this morning and you were well and happy and full of life as you usually are. What is going on? Was it something you ate? What did I do wrong?
Who in their right mind does their grocery shopping after work during the week with the kids and then still come back home and unpack and separate meat and pack it and still put a toddler to bed which eventually means we only get to sit down now. (Sorry I forgot that was supposed to be a question and it ended up being a sentence 🤔). But anyway, guilty as charged 😆. . PS i just want to say a huge thank you for the overwhelming response to my post two days ago re: Liam. Thanks so much for all the insta love and concern, means alot to us. Liam is doing SO much better! . . #instamoments #instafunny #mompost #mommyblogger #mommy #tween #myhandsomeboy #capetown #southafrica #ineedsleep #goodnight #goodvibes #capetownkids #joy #childhood
I had no knowledge about seizures then and didn’t personally know anyone who had epilepsy. Also, I didn’t know that I had so much to learn and that epilepsy is a broad spectrum. He was not diagnosed with epilepsy that week. We so badly wanted to believe that it was just a once off catastrophe and that it will never happen again. We were given so many possible reasons for the cause, but nothing solid to go with. So we went with what we wanted to believe and hoped that it would never happen again.
I love going on little adventures with my boys 😁🎈🎈. . . . . . . . #momlove #momsofig #familytime #momofboys #boyswillbeboys #lovethesekids #myguys #myheart #mytinymoments #love #handsomeboys #boysofsouthafrica #toddlers #saturdaysarefortheboys #saturdayvibes #suchfun #candidmoments
I blame myself for my sons Epilepsy
I spent hours upon hours researching and trying to find answers. Until I let go. Letting go was the best thing that could have happened to all of us. It was not until then, that everything started getting better and coming together. He finally found a medicine that agreed with him (for that while). I was happier, he was happier. Until he got sick again. That is when the mom guilt kicked in yet again. “This happened because I let go. How could I have let go? How could I allow this to happen to him?” I feel like a bad mother again. All over again. How am I supposed to cope with this constant mom guilt of which I don’t even know whether I can be blamed for certain?
It’s a process of continuous letting go. And letting go is so dam hard. It is the hardest thing to have to do. But it’s what keeps me going. Letting go of the bad, and holding on to the good. Because in all my parenting decisions, I know that I’ve always done what I felt was best for my child, at the time of making the decision. I know that I will never be the perfect mother, but I will always be perfect for him. I know that I will not always make the right choices, but that I have made the choice that I felt was right at the time. Yes, I blame myself for my sons Epilepsy, but I am slowly letting go of all the mom guilt.