Hats and Fits

Well, it's been a spell since I've written anything...not because I've been otherwise occupied with anything terribly exciting.  I've been making hats.  Five hats to be exact.  A rather wonky green hat that Monkey Lou likes to sport around the house, despite the fact that it's been about 60 degrees in Barcelona these past days.

A red hat that was intended for Mr. Bean, but I made it too small and it looks kind of like a Yarmulke.

A blue hat that turned out much better and has a snazzy zigzag pattern.

A purple hat with a cool checkerboard pattern that was also intended for Monkey Lou, but realistically looks much finer on my own head, so too bad Monkey Lou!

And finally, a gray hat with a rather challenging pattern including cables and something called a seed stitch...took a lot of concentration, and due to my unfortunate choice of a rather slippery wool, a lot of grabbing of slipped stitches and some fudging of the pattern where I screwed up because one or the other child demanded my attention and I lost track of what I was doing.

In other news, we had a rather unfortunate episode with our little girl on Monday.  When she does have seizures, they are usually quite short and of the general herky-jerky variety.  On Monday, when Jordi pulled her out of her bath and was brushing her hair, he noticed she was not protesting loudly as is her usual M.O..  When he looked at her, he noticed she was not quite all there and yelled to me to come and check it out...and indeed, something was amiss.  We laid her on the bed, and basically it seemed as if she was stoned.  Her pupils were completely blown out, and she was kind of looking back and forth slowly as if she'd dropped a bit too much acid at a cheesy laser show from the 80s.  She held my hand, and wasn't convulsing, but something was definitely going on.  We checked her temp, which was 99.4 (37.9) which isn't much, but is still something.  She started to tense up a bit, and so we grabbed her and Mr. Bean and ran to the CAP (town clinic - thank you socialized medicine!) which is open until 8pm.  All of the doctors and nurses rushed in, as she was going a bit blue by this point, and hooked up oxygen to her little face.  The pediatric nurse kept noting how calm Jordi and I were during this experience, but I suppose having been through this and worse several times before, you just kind of give in to a quiet, but concerned, observation while letting the doctors do their thing.  Anyway, after a bit they decided to take her in the ambulance to the children's hospital, and after a few hours there, they sent her home.  They said they'd usually keep her overnight, as the seizure was long...but her medication was on the low end, and since we are 'experienced' parents, they didn't see why she needed the night there.  She woke up Tuesday morning, and all is normal.  So...the medication has been raised, and hopefully that's the last of that kind of seizure we'll see for a while.  Don't let the door hit you on the way out, seizure!

We told her preschool teachers what happened when she went back to school yesterday, and just to keep an eye on her if she didn't respond when they called her name or seemed like she was in a bit of a daze.  Their response: 'None of the children respond to us when we call their name!'  Oh well.  I guess they got freaked out, as they called an hour before her pick-up time to see if she could get picked up early.  She was a bit less energetic than normal, and I suppose they were nervous.  She did go down for her nap a bit earlier, but nothing else was amis.  Day by day.

As for me, I'm going to keep working on my hat-making skills.  With my lap baby who has a meltdown when he is less than three centimeters from his mama (and has just spit up his breakfast on my arm, thanks) I need some sort of project that will keep me busy with a minimum of equipment and required space!