I couldn't get a break, left and right there was something. Baby boy ended up getting real sick to where I had to rush him to the hospital. When I say a mother worse nightmare, he wasn't eating, seizing and running a slight fever. And where I'm from they don't believe and asking questions they off rip assume. Before I knew it security was at the door letting me know they were there to make sure I wouldn't leave and dfacs was on the way. All type of emotions overcame me because why the hell dfacs coming, why the hell no one trying to help or do they damn job. My baby fighting for his life and first thing they assume I did something. My mom ended up coming because whew was I heated and everything else and I couldn't act off emotions at the moment because I needed to be there for my baby. We ended up getting airlift to another hospital. Once we arrived they went to asking a thousand and one questions unlike the other hospital, finally was able to get an iv started and the test started from there. I had to step out for a short period of time to be inform, I would be monitor during our visit since the other hospital called dfacs but they would keep me in the loop of everything and give me a little freedom. During all this I was a little surprised because for once Keith was acting like a concern daddy. Even though he act like he couldn't take off because family emergency he was texting and calling every step of the way. Oh did I tell you we were no longer by then he was back with the other babymama so had to be short with conversation but it was the thought that count I guess. Rumors started going around, everyone had their own story of what was going on in my life with my child. I didn't have the strength to argue with everyone individually but baby when I exploded everybody got it even the elders. Family be so quick to judge you and sweep around your door and have a lot of baggage themselves. I ended up making a post telling the ones that did know what was going on to shut the hell up if I wanted my business out there I'll post it other than that continue sending prayers our way. We were finally able to figure out what was wrong with baby boy and I was hurt all over again stuck on the accusations the other hospital had put on me. Like why would I want to harm one baby and got four other kids staying with. Make it make sense for me. Now I know it's some weird people out here but I'm not one of them. He ended up with some type of bacteria that can cause severe stomach cramps, diarrhea and vomiting. Took a couple of days before he started gaining his weight back and back to his normal self. After a week passed, we were finally being released and heading home to deal with the chaos the other hospital created. I felt like a prisoner just not behind bars.
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