Coy got on the bus a couple of weeks and was generally very excited about his first day of school. He had been dying to ride that bus ever since he got here and August 11, 2010 was his day to do it. He did it. With a huge smile on his face, just like he does just about everything else. I have to admit, that boy smiles more than any kid that I have ever seen. It is amazing. Some or another, his brother and sister have become able to make him not smile at times but for the most part, he smiles a lot. I did great too watching him get on that bus. I was as proud of him and as happy for him as I was for either one of the other two that had gone before him. But then I saw him in that gym. He looked so grown up and mature. His brief time here with us flashed through my mind and I became a wreck. I briefly imagined what his life might have been like had he not been adopted. I imagined his medical problems and other issues and I have to admit it was too much for me to handle. I felt my eyes get misty. There may have actually even been a drop that fell out of them. I ran over, hugged him really good, told him I was very proud of him and then I got out of there. He was fine. A big, big boy.
It has been over 7 weeks since his last seizure. I'm guessing somewhere around the 10-12 week mark. He did have some bloodwork done recently that showed that his trileptal levels were normal but I'm not sure what a normal level of trileptal is for a 5 year old boy. He is going to have a fire drill on Tuesday of this week. He definitely is exhibiting a degree of anxiety about that. Hopefully, Tuesday will come and go without much excitement.
Coy did get to meet the EMT worker that has been the first responder come to the house on 3 of the 4 seizure episodes. It was good for the man to see Coy and how he is when he is awake so that he can appreciate how "out of it" he is when he is seizing. The man is a very kind and gentle man. He has no idea how much he is appreciated.
