Apparently, last week's seizure really was a fluke, because we haven't seen anything since and Collin has been his normal happy self. (It is so interesting to be able to write that, considering he has really only been awake and happy for two out of the last six months.) We have even moved forward with his medicine weans. He is about halfway through the first stage of his Sabril wean and tomorrow marks the LAST stage of his clonazepam wean. That's right! He started on 4 pills a day and is down to only 1/2 a pill at night.
We've been laying low for the past few days since I picked up whatever Collin had last weekend and have felt like an achy bag of phlegm since Saturday. The good thing about being sick is that it gives you a legitimate excuse to stay home and be lazy. Collin and I have done a heck of a lot of snuggling and playing these last few days and, thanks to Collin's creative influence, have used what little energy we have to Christmasify our house like never before.