She was squealing and running through the lobby of the hospital when I finally set her down. Freedom. She hadn't really had it in eight days. For way too long, play looked like this:
She definitely had tears and screaming when they took the electrodes off, but it was nothing like last Monday. And Liz, a music therapist with a beautiful voice, was there to try to calm and distract Elsie through it.
So now we're done. Thank you, Jesus, she's home. She's asleep in her bed without being hooked up to a machine. She never had a seizure in the hospital. The doctor said about 50% of kids do and 50% don't. We hope and pray that all the other tests will be helpful enough. Thank you for your prayers for our family throughout this past week. Once again, we're feeling the love and we're grateful.
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