One day, Joe sees a box next to the bus stop on the way home. There was a sound, a squealing sound, coming from the box, sounding like an abandoned kitten, but when joe opens the box, he is shocked when he sees her.
After a little more time, one of the doctors comes out, and tells me that her heart has been restarted. I come back to the NICU and see her lying there, frail. She has wires connecting her, to multiple machines, with herself lying there, on life support.
I was volgging today, but not one for the rest of the day, I pulled out a camera. I Snapchated, instagramed and tweeted a bit, but not much.
She was having scans done, and as she had them, her lung collapsed. She had wires connecting to a machine, down her nose, helping her to breathe. I couldn't do anything to help, I couldn't even touch her.
Her arms and leg, connected to lots of wires and machines , constantly monitoring her. Keeping her alive.
I didn't want to leave my baby bella, I felt as if I was betraying her, but I needed to go to sleep. I was going down to the hospital tomorrow but not alone. Dad was coming too. He was currently staying up in a hotel, near here, but we were leaving for the hospital at six in the morning tomorrow to come and see Annabella.
My little fighter.
she might like a butterfly: she won't live long, but at least we were blessed enough to see her at all.
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