The Invitation of Meltdowns

Effing birthday invitations.  They are rare around here so Humanling is ecstatic to have gotten one from her friend that she hasn't seen in forever.  The festivities will include swimming pool, trampoline and most importantly....CUPCAKES!  It is a dual party for a brother and sister who's birthdays coincide in the same period of time.  


Even though we've discussed it more times than Mercury has rotated the sun for all of time thus far, and my consensus is that a sleep over is not safe, her enthusiasm burst from all of her veins....
"Well???? CAN I GO???"  
"Yes, you can go."
"Can I sleep over?"
"No, I don't think it's safe."


{exits stage left and goes into bedroom, most likely with the door shut}


Eventually, because in an endearing way, puppies and kids, they forgive so easily, and we don't have another person for her to play off of here so it's the end of the line for strategy, she comes back out.  Hugs me, hands me the invitation.  Walks off and slams her door.  Are we upset or not?  Comes back out.  says she is upset (glad that's settled!).  I explain the good....but you can go to the party, you can swim, be on the trampoline, eat the cupcakes and be with your friend til late.  Then you have to come home.  The part about sleeping over and more than likely having a seizure (probably due to excitement and diet that day) in front of a gaggle of 13 year olds doesn't seem to phase her.  She has not ever seen a seizure.  


This is something that I've thought about for awhile now.  She's old enough I think.  If she didn't have epilepsy, she might see someone else in life have a seizure.  So, in order to show her the importance and mechanics of a seizure I wondered if finding one online might be suitable.  Her neurologist seemed horrified by the idea.  Well I'm horrified that the neurologist doesn't think one's lack of water consumption affects seizures.  So her opinion almost doesn't count.  Why expose her is the neuro's take.  Well, she blanks our during a seizure obviously.  Therefore, she doesn't understand why I am a helicopter parent with so many situations.  She doesn't realize anything except that once in awhile her take home gifts from Seizureville are a headache or a bitten up tongue.  She just has no memory of these events and is under the impression that I've been schooled in the Mom From Hell School of Hovering.


I'd bet milk chocolate on the fact that when I finally get her home that night, she will be happy to be in a quiet, low key situation where she can just relax and go to sleep and not remember a possible seizure around me instead of a bunch of kids who will make it feel like pressure to stay awake all night.  I'd bet dark chocolate on it but there's a minuscule chance that I'll lose.