There's something every parent will go thru as their child grows up but its not something any book, motherly advice, or Dr. Phil could possibly get you prepared to deal with.
Yesterday I spent a good chunk of the day at North Memorial hospital due to Wyatt having a seizure induced by his fever he's been running off and on for the past month. Having a personal experience with seizures did not quell the anger I had for him to have to go through something like that. You begin to question your ability to stay strong for the helpless little one who has no idea under his Buzz Lightyear PJs why he suddenly moved in a violent manner, or why he couldn't speak to his pa or nana when they asked if he was alright.
The doctors can explain that fever induced seizures are common in smaller children, but that doesn't put to rest the paranoid feelings about a recurrence or a dangerous one that doesn't end with a freezee-pop and a Spongebob Squarepants sticker. The nurse can use a soothing voice to dispel fears of hidden monsters under the bed of much more serious ailments, but does it allow a parent to go back to worrying about every day things like mortgage payments and having enough toilet paper in the house?
I'm sure more seasoned parents have been through the broken limbs, illnesses, and all arguements about who gets to watch what, but this guy is still in the infant stages of learning what it means to be a parent.