I replaced the iv and bag of fluids that hung next to her crib. Though she didn't need her breathing tube anymore, she still needed nutrients and fluids from the assorted ivs.
I yawned and walked back across the hall. My head had barely hit the pillow before I heard her start crying.
"Your turn." I told Nash and he got up to change her diaper. I sighed as I realized it would be like this for the next couple of weeks.
I fell asleep, my face buried in the pillow. I had barely been asleep for what felt like ten seconds before the light coming through our windows forced me awake.
"Good morning." Nash said. London was lying, asleep on his chest and his eyes where closed. I kissed his forehead before snuggling up beside him.
One of his arms was resting lightly on London's back and he wrapped the other around me. I drifted back off to sleep, silently thanking God for the moment of rest, no matter how short it could be.
London attempted to scream but was barely big enough to make anything louder than a quiet whine. I leaned up and picked the tiny purple lump off Nash's chest.
I carried her downstairs and pulled a bottle out of the fridge. "Thy beast awaketh!" Camy declared as I sat down on the living room. I glared at him through hazy eyes as I sat down and began feeding London.
It took me a second to realize he was filming a video on the other couch. I sneezed then cursed when the loud noise made London cry. Cam laughed. Of course he had slept over at Sally's last night and wasn't the slightest bit tired.
"Let me see her, you go rest." He said. "Your filming a video." I said and put the bottle back in London's mouth. "I'm almost done just bring her here." He said. I shook my head and yawned. "Z your about to pass out." He said.
Reluctantly, I handed London to him and went upstairs to get some more sleep. I fell into the bed next to Nash and snuggled up next to him.
Suddenly Camy screamed, "Zoe Nash something's wrong with London!" We both sat bolt upright and ran down the stairs. My baby laid, limp in Cam's arms.
We all raced to the car and drove as quick as the car would let us to the hospital. I sat in the waiting room, sobbing into Nash's chest as they took her back to be examined.
Camy hugged me as we waited. Then the doors opened and in walked a man in his late forties in a doctors coat. His gray streaked black hair was combed up a bit and he had a matching mustache.
"Are you London's parents?" He asked me me Cam. "I'm her mother but that's her father." I said pointing to Nash. "What's wrong her?" he asked.
"There seems to have been a hole in her heart. One too small for us to have seen when she was here but has grown with alarming speed." He said.
"We'll fix it!" I said frantically. I knew I looked hysterical and insane but I didn't care. My baby was in danger.
"We could go in and try to close the hole but she's so fragile she may not make it." He said. "Is there another way? Could you it do the surgery and see if it closes?" Cam asked.
The doctor shook his head. "She has a greater chance of surviving if we tried to close it than if we waited to see if it closed its self." He said. I nodded and looked at Nash. He nodded to and the doctor went back through the doors.
Once I had calmed down enough I pulled my camera out of my purse. I had been vlogging about how London was doing and I felt this should be in the vlog as well.
Half way through the vlog I started to cry again but stopped myself. I would have to finish it later. Three hours later the same doctor came out again. "The surgery was a success. The only thing to worry about now is if she's going to make it out of recovery." He said.
