My daughter has always been sickly. She's been that way since the day I brought her home from the hospital. Stomach issues, bacterial infections, difficulty breathing...all kinds of things.
By the time she was three she had been hospitalized six times. My poor baby is just so fragile and gets ill so easily!
I'm so lucky to have so many caring friends and family members, I just don't know how I'd handle all of this on my own. My daughter's father passed away just two weeks after she was born.
He had cut himself pretty badly while working on the mower and ended up with blood poisoning. The doctors never figured out why he went downhill so fast. It was devastating.
So very many people showed up to help me through it, though!
Now my baby girl is seven. She is in the hospital again. She stopped breathing again. This time they barely got her back. I don't know what I'd do if I lost her, too!
There are so many people that have come to see us! All of my family and friends have come to make sure she's ok and see how I'm holding up.
The doctor has come in her room several times to check on her. There's a nurse that just sits here with us. Even my coworkers have stopped by. It's so nice to see how many people care about us!
Now there's a police officer here, he's speaking with the doctor. They keep looking at my angel and me, they must be so worried!
I can barely hear them over the beeping and whirring of the machines they have hooked up to my baby.
'... going.....make it.' 'Next time...not be...lucky' '...isn't the first time... received medical reco...everal hospitals.' Mun....by prox..'.
They figured out what's wrong with her! THAT'S what it's called, the disease my daughter has, Munchausen by proxy!
They've suggested it before at a couple of the other hospitals but I can never remember the name!
I think they're coming over to give me the good news! I don't really know why the policeman has his handcuffs out, though.