My poor father was highly outnumbered by girls. He needed an heir to carry on the family name. It was looking to be unlikely. I was 16, Alyssa was 8, and Maria was 2. Soooooooooo......my parents call us into the living room. I didn't even sit down this time. I knew the words that were about to come out of my mother's mouth. "We're going to have another baby!" Maria spoke some gibberish and I couldn't interpret if it was happy gibberish or pissed off gibberish. I didn't stick around that long, I went back down to MY basement.
But eeeewwww!! After Maria was born, I had to watch that disgusting Miracle of Life movie! So now I knew way more than I wanted to. Can we say dry heaving?? To make it worse, once we knew there would finally be a boy, my mom and I were driving somewhere. I don't remember how this conversation even started but all of a sudden she starts telling me about this book she read to increase the odds of having a boy. OMG STOP!!!!
Anyways, let's move past all that sick shit so I don't throw up my breakfast. I was attending a Catholic school and was in my English class. We were having a class discussion about Othello. I love Shakespeare. The intercom in the classroom comes on, "Could you send Gabriella to the office, her mom just had her baby!"
Really?? Did we need to be that specific?? Just tell me to come down to the damn office! All of a sudden:
"EWWWWW you're parents are still having kids???? EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Like I didn't already know that.
January 2002, Justice is born. Oh the joy father's face. Maria did not feel the same. They held him in Maria's arms and she said "I don't like it, take it back!" Well, they didn't take him back. We kinda like him.
I mean give me a break, how can you not love that little face?? The dimples! It's just not fair! The boy after my own heart! He grew on Maria too. They are two peas in a pod. People think they're twins. They might as well be.
Justice starts playing football, he's exceptionally good. He's a quarter back. But before all of this, when he was in the little league of football, there were tons of tournaments to go to. But he had sisters with softball tournaments too and it was Alyssa's turn. During this trip, something happened. Bet you don't know what. I was in college. I was 22. Justice was 7. Seeing a pattern yet?
My family was driving back from a tournament in St. George that I was not invited to I might add. There really just wasn't room for me in the car and there was no point of driving two cars. Well in the middle of nowhere in Southern Utah, Justice has a grandmal seizure. My mom was sitting in the back seat with Maria and Justice. My dad pulls the car off the road and got out. Alyssa was in the passenger seat, so she got out a blanket for my mom while Maria stayed in the car. My mom called 911, my dad panicked trying to lay on the top of him to control his seizing (that's a big no no). My mom starts yelling at my dad to get off of him (see big no no) so she could judge how bad the seizure was and how long it was. My dad was going to learn the protocol of seizure response later.
The paramedics didn't get to them for over five minutes since they were in the middle of nowhere. About 30-45 seconds he came out of the seizure. They took Justice and my mom back to St. George and to the ER. Justice had a fever of 103 and an ear infection. He had no signs of this before they were packed up and headed back. The fam stayed in town another night and the next day the ride home was so stressful. They were watching Justice and Maria. They had emergency recovery medicine for Maria and didn't know which one they would have to use it on, if at all. Justice had an EEG later that month and came back normal. The EEG only showed seizure tendencies during the strobe light test. Thank some more
stars, he never had another event.
Now, all four of us have had at least one seizure. Maria and I diagnosed with epilepsy. I got the call about his seizure. I was so upset, and I had rage more than anything. Once I found out that his EEG was normal I was so relieved and grateful.
God I love that boy.
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