It’s amazing how life can change in a matter of hours. Even seconds in some situations. She had 2 back to back birthday parties today. She did great. She was having fun. Smiling. Being social. Playing games. Doing arts and crafts. Then a few hours later my angel vomits, has a seizure and leaves in an ambulance.
And now as I wait by the phone stressed out of my mind. I’m trying to convince Teya that her sister will be ok. She knows the drill. In the middle of the night if Naya gets sick, go wake up dad.
2 ambulances came plus a fire truck. People storming thru our house wearing uniforms and gear. How can a 3 yr old be expected to go back to sleep after that. And she won’t let me out of her sight.
I try so hard to have faith. To stay positive. To believe good things will come. But on days like these, how I am supposed to keep doing that?
Look at this smile. The day couldn’t end on a happy note could it? No.there was too much fun being had today and that wasnt allowed. Because apparently this little girl hasn’t been thru enough pain and torture. Just when you think life is going good… it slaps you in the face and reminds you that you should have known better.
Fuck Hydrocephalus.
I have every right to be bitter.
My YaYa Girls 