We were there for f*****g ever, and I was freaking the f**k out. I mean why would they be keeping her here this long if there wasn't something seriously wrong? They tried getting me out of the room but good luck with that.
My baby was stressing, she was finally grasping how serious this s**t was and it was scaring her. That s**t only sent me into a tailspin. I couldn't stand to see the fear in her eyes. The way she looked at me as if pleading with me to do something and I couldn't do s**t.
All I could do was hold her hand and whisper to her reassuringly. There's no way she can be taken from me now, that's what I kept telling myself. I tried to remember if I'd ever done anything so horrible that would cause me to suffer such a loss.
I think I prayed, begged, threatened and a whole host
