I spoke too soon...

Yesterday I got the last of the Christmas cards in the mail. In each of them was a glowing newsletter about my family and a mention that Ian has not had a seizure since March. I should know better. I should never talk about Ian's seizure's. I was setting us up. Last night I came out of my room to a pile of puke in the hall. Ian was in the bathroom with lots more puke. He was acting really strange and I wasn't sure if it was cause he was sick or because he was having a seizure. I had Adam come get him and I cleaned up the mess. When I came downstairs I could tell that he was not alright. He was responsive,thankfully, but he could form words and would reply to us in gobbledygook. It was much like the first seizure he had...the one that started it all... It started with a stomach virus too...He was pointing to nothing and talking in gibberish. Same as last night. Thankfully it lasted only a few minutes this time. Poor kid. Just when I thought we were headed in the right direction...