I gave birth to my daughter on July 7, 1998. She was perfect, so they told us and so we thought. I was waken in the middle of the night, the night after her birth being told she was having seizures and being asked what kind of drugs I took while I was pregnant with her. I had taken none, they were tossing around meningitis and many other conditions. I was a wreck, almost to the point of being inconsolable. My mother and husband were with me and tried their best to keep me calm. They had gone to the cafeteria to get something to eat. I felt myself drifting into almost a twilight kind of sleep (probably from exhaustion). As I look over, in the rocking chair next to the bed was my grandmother, who had died when I was 6. She smiled and told me not to worry, everything was going to be ok. It wasn't her time. She didn't have anything wrong with her that would cause lasting effects, she would be a happy, healthy little girl. As she laid her hand on me I felt an incredible sense of peace. When my mom and husband returned I was sitting up, obviously with a more relieved look on my face, they asked if the doctor had been in....I no more then got "no" out of my mouth and the doctor walked in. He said they had found the problem, there was a subarachnoid hemorrhage that was pressing on one of the nerves. He said they would put her on phenobarbital for 3 months to see if it resolved itself. It turned out, the great seizures I pictured her having were just slight stiff movements of her left hand. Anyway, 3 months on the phenobarbital and the hemorrhage resolved itself. She is 10 years old now and just perfect. She has no lasting effects of the hemorrhage, she is even in the gifted program at school, has an IQ of 146 and is a happy, healthy little girl.