As I lifted her to my shoulder her body went limp. I brought her back down and saw that her face was red and her eyes were rolling up in her head. My initial thought was she was choking as that's what it looked like. Being fully aware that the only thing she had in her mouth was her bottle of milk, I turned her over and pounded on her back anyway as I screamed for my sister. She wasn't home. I turned the baby back over and could tell she was breathing at this point but she was still limp, red, and eyes were still rolled back. I then ran to my neighbors because I knew she was out in her driveway. By then the baby started to come to. Her color started to look normal and her eyes were no longer rolled back. She was still limp and had a hard time staying awake. I called her mom, who was already on her way, but wanted to let her know that something wasn't right. Having only been awake from her nap for less than an hour, she shouldn't have been so tired that she couldn't keep her eyes open.
I kept her awake the best I could until her mom arrived. She looked her over and decided she'd call the doctor when she got home. By this time the baby just seemed very tired. It was then that she told me for the first time that seizures ran in her husbands family, but the baby had never shown signs. Turns out that is exactly what happened.
Now I'm just freaked out. I didn't see it coming and I pretty much panicked. Knowing what happened now, I feel I can be prepared if it happens again. Thing is, I didn't sign up for this. I love this little girl like she's my own, but what if something happens? I am not prepared for what that will do to my life. I hate to think that way, but being paranoid every second of every day that she's here, doesn't sound fun either. I know that I'll keep watching her, if that's what her parents want, but I can't help but worry worry worry.