It's almost predictable in the epilepsy world to begin Christmas with a seizure. I don't know if it's the excitement leading up to Christmas morning or simply Murphy' Law rearing its ugly head.
It's not the first year things have gone this way for us and I know of a lot of families dealing with seizures on Christmas. The lucky ones don't call 911 or visit an ER. It puts a unique twist on how the morning and the rest if the day goes.
For our family there were no 911 calls and for this we are thankful. Evan was groggy and seemed to be going through the motions as he opened his gifts until he opened Pokemon cards and Beyblades of course. By the afternoon he was back to being his normal cheerful self and loved going to the Chinese restaurant for Dim Sum.
We have so much to be thankful for and we say this everyday. Maybe Santa will do better with my single wish next year.