Back In America: She has a weak heart
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The flight got delayed by an hour. While waiting for the hour to pass by, Hazel slept off on my lap.
The night before, the manager had sent me our plane tickets which were booked for Saturday morning. 8am. Which meant that we had to be up really early. So I had to wake her up earlier than usual to get ready.
Thankfully, after an hour of getting some work done to wile away time, they finally inform the passengers to get ready to go onboard. I pick her up in my arms and check in at customs.
Soon we are inside the plane off to the one place that I ran away from. Whatever destiny this is, definitely hates me. That's for sure.
I guess the only good thing that came out of all of this is the fact that the company gave us a first class ticket. I have never flown first class before. It's a pity that this wasn't a flight to a vacation. On the great side, I'm not spending a dime. So why not enjoy it?
Hazel is beside me sleeping her ass off. That's good for me because I now have plenty of time to relax. I ask for some wine and relax in my seat. I pick a kdrama to watch. Soon enough the air hostess brings a tray of wine and some snacks. I thank her and she leaves me to it. Wonderful! Just wonderful!
I'm jetlagged. It's 1am in the morning and I haven't been able to sleep. Thankfully, it's just a Sunday or I would have almost lost my mind with the thought that I will get cranky on my first day of work.
I have just a couple of things to do today. We arrived at the apartment by Saturday night. The apartment is a condo with two bedrooms. That's nice in case Hazel wakes up one day and decides that she's tired of sleeping in my arms.
She has been watching cartoons all night and just slept off after eating some croissants. Bad choice for dinner but I'm trying to avoid going outside for as long as I can. Although that can't last long because I have to do some grocery shopping today.
We are some good miles away from my old neighborhood so it's unlikely that I'll be seeing anyone I know soon.
I have been watching the penthouse since Hazel slept while munching on some popcorn. If I can't sleep right now, I might as well do some interesting things for the sake of my mental health.
I wake up the next morning or afternoon, I don't know which, on the sofa. I don't even know when I slept off. I must have been tired eventually.
The TV is still on so I turn it down. I pick up my phone to check the time and my eyes widen in surprise. It's 11am! Where is my child?
I quickly enter the room and use my eyes to scan the room. She's not here. Hazel's not here. Where could she be?
I push my hair up exparated. How could I wake up so late?! She must be really hungry or probably crying somewhere.
I'm about to leave the room when I see a familiar pink top near the bathroom door. I walk closer and open the bathroom door. Right there is Hazel lying on the floor with her eyes closed.
"Hazel!". I rush towards her and carry her in my arms. She doesn't budge and dread fills up my heart. I start hitting her leg frantically trying to get her to wake up.
"Hazel love, please wake up. Mummy is right here. Please". Tears start dropping from my eyes while I go on a full on panic mode.
I run out of the house after picking up my phone to call a Uber with her in my arms. The uber driver doesn't get here for another ten minutes leaving me on edge.
She's still breathing slowly which is immensely worrying. I get into the uber and tell him to take us to the nearest hospital.
I run into the hospital while screaming for a doctor.
"Help me! Please help me someone! She's not waking up! Please help me!". I'm full on sobbing in hysteria by now. A woman who I think is a nurse because she's in scrubs, rushes towards me and takes Hazel from my hands.
"You can give her to me ma'am. I need to take her to a ward. She will be fine". I reluctantly give her Hazel and follow right behind her. She carries her into a ward and lays her on the bed.
She rushes off immediately leaving me without a word. I sit at the side of the bed and stroke her hair while getting really apprehensive and scared. Wake up baby.
A man in a white coat comes in with the nurse that just left and I step aside for them. I squeeze my hands together and put them up on my mouth. Having no other choice but to be patient for them to be done, I step out of the ward and sit in the corridor.
After some minutes, the door to the ward opens and the doctor steps out. I stand up immediately to face him.
"Is she fine now? Is she awake? She is fine right?". More tears begin to drop from my eyes.
"She will be fine. I have sent for some tests to be done. Until I get the results, I can't say anything for sure. At the moment, she is stable and should be awake in the next few hours". My heart resumes it's normal pace.
"Thank you so much doctor. What do you suspect happened? I only gave her some croissants last night. Could it be that?". Could I have been the cause of all these?
"I suspect something but as I said, until I see the results, I can't make any conclusions. You can stay with her until then". The sympathy in his eyes make me even more scared than relaxed.
"Doctor. Please what did you test for?". I feel like I will regret asking this question but I don't care. I need to prepare my mind for anything. He sighs in defeat
"I think she has a weak heart".
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