Seizures

I think it was the teething— molars
erupting through the gum that wracked
the first two of my daughters with such 
new pain, they refused food or milk or water.  
After the seizures, the doctor concurred: likely, 
dehydration, followed by momentary chemical 
imbalance. Then the transient, excessive firing 
of neurons in the brain. Months of fearful testing,
every little twitch and blanket-kick in the crib 
constricting my throat and sealing my tongue 
in the tomb of my mouth. Decades later,  considering 
the wonder of them from this space, I recall the first 
tremors and my helplessness; and light pouring in 
the windows, charged with its own electricity.