Never in our wildest dreams did I figure things would come to this.
All the dreams that we had for our baby have seemingly vanished by the wayside.
Our child was born with severe brain damage. "An accident", doctors keep telling us. After all this time of carrying her, having dreams for her, or waiting for our daughter's arrival, any dreams we had for her have been shattered.
Our daughter will probably never walk or talk, let alone, feed or dress herself when she becomes of age. There's just too much in the way of damage, her neurologists tell us. Our daughter now lies motionless in a crib in the Neonatal Intensve Care Unit, fighting for her life. Her condition, at this point, is uncertain; there are no guarantees that she will even survive; if she does, she will probably be profoundly disabled for the rest of her life.
We saw little Hayleigh Grayce yesterday. We were hoping for some better news from her pediatric neuroglolgists. There was none. Everything the doctors told us was bad. It was extremely discouraging, especially with Christmas coming up and all. What should be the happiest time of year is anything but for our family: all we feel is fear and deep, dark depression.
Our Christmas season is quickly turning into a regular nightmare.
We don't know if Hayleigh will ever get out of the hospital, and we don't know if she will ever have a life of her own. She will probably need 24-hour medical care for the rest of her days. It is the worst thing that can possibly happen to a family; I wouldn't wish this on anybody!
*To be continued.*