We ran a few errands and headed home. I hurried to the bathroom and changed into my pjs. I quickly went and got Scarlett from my mother in law. Noticing her diaper seemed heavy, I placed her on the changing table. While changing her diaper, I noticed that her right eye looked off.
What is more crippling as a parent than when your child is hurt or you perceive that they are hurt. Whether it is mentally, physically or emotionally, as a parent it can tear you apart. Parent guilt is real and if not kept in check can be debilitating.
A few hours later, off we went back to the hospital. We get to the check in window and let them know our last name. That's when the lady says, "Are you sure you are in the right place?" We look at her completely confused and promptly ask where our baby is, if she is not where we left her.
I was running myself ragged between the fourth and fifth floors of the hospital. All I wanted to do was hold my baby, which I had not done since the pediatrician took her for her check the morning before.
When we got to the NICU, Scarlett was hooked up to monitors immediately. We were scared but just wanted to find out what was wrong with her.
Am I? This is a question that I have struggled with since discovering Scarlett's conditions. Am I a "special needs" momma?