For those of you who do not know the whole story, here it goes...My family traveled to St. Louis on Saturday, April 11th, to see my Pop. He was in a really bad motorcycle accident and is still in the hospital. While I was there I had the stomach flu and it wasn't going away. I didn't have a fever but I couldn't keep anything down. So, Mommy and I hung out in the hotel on Resurrection Sunday while Daddy and my sisters spent some time with my Pop in the hospital.
Monday morning Daddy got up to go get some donuts and while he was out he got a flat tire. Daddy was planning on going to the hospital to spend some time with my Pop before he went into surgery. Because of the flat tire Daddy couldn't make it to the hospital in time because he was getting the tire fixed. While Daddy was at the repair shop I was hanging out on the bed with Mommy, my Aunt Brenda and my sisters. Then it happened...I had my first seizure.
Mommy called 911, Aunt Brenda sat with me and my sisters got dressed. The ambulance came and took me to the hospital. This is a picture of me in the hospital with my baby and blanket.
I was given fluids and sent home because I didn't have any history of seizures. Daddy carried me to the car and when we got there I had another seizure. Daddy ran me back to the pediatric emergency room and they gave me some medicine to stop the seizure. I was transferred to Cardinal Glennon Childrens Hospital.
Here are my sisters sitting by my bedside. They were real troopers. 
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