Edvard Munch Invasion

Lily had another strong seizure, but I have not seen any more with that intensity after those two, so hopefully we have surpassed that hurdle. Today, however, has been a true test of parenting 101...is it 101 with a medically fragile child...maybe Parenting 4300. LOL. I woke up to her screaming, grunting, and flailing, and she has been in that state since she got up until now at 200pm when she finally got to sleep. Since Lily cannot speak, it makes it difficult to know what she wants. Are any toddlers that great at expressing their needs and feelings? Probably not, but I think that the difficulty level is increased when she is unable to even ask for a drink. When she is in The Scream mode, I start with the list: Water, Food, Diaper, Sleep, Change of Environment, etc. When all of those things have been tried and failed, I go into the medical checklist: fever, mouth sores, ears, etc. Once I have verified that all of the possible medical symptoms she could have are nonexistent, I have to assume toddlerdom has sent her into a psychotic fury of irrational emotions that plague the tiny human species. It's just a part of growing up and having this enormous wide range of emotions that makes them feel like the world is falling apart. Trouble is, it can be so exhausting, and I don't know if there is some medical problem or pain that I cannot see and that adds immensely to my worry. So if tantrums weren't hard enough to ignore, worrying that she's in pain adds to that difficulty. Regardless, I make every attempt to do the right thing. And I do it consistently, so I can only hope that Munch's The Scream is eventually transformed into Da Vinci's content Mona Lisa for more of the majority of the time. No one said parenting would be easy, but no one ever told me it would be this hard either. I think by the end of this stage, I'll have some cheesy t-shirt that says "I raised a toddler and still have my hair." That is, if I still have hair.