L and Whim bashed heads over the shopping cart's toddler seat, and once again, L and I ended up on the floor, his body contorting in my arms in a way that will always be familiar, no matter how long a reprieve he manages.
My first response was to blame myself and look for things I could do differently to assure it will never happen again. But I'm recognizing the faults in that way of thinking and choosing a different perspective. At the time we started the diet, L was having several seizures a day. It's not unreasonable to assume that, had we not started the diet, he might have had more than 200 seizures in those same 69 days.
|Day 2: more beautiful moments|
When his seizures were at his worst, if you would have asked me what I'd do to buy him 69 seizure-free days, I would have done almost anything.
With that perspective, 1:69 is looking like a pretty good ratio.