This weekend I was super tough, one of my twins got sick, she had an abscess in her nose and it grabbed her and part of her eye, immediately when I saw how she was and without even being prepared when I arrived at the hospital the doctor who attended her told me: “She must be hospitalized now!”, evidently I did not count on that, so while she was being admitted my mom arrived, they gave her the first treatment and when it was finished I went home to get everything I needed to stay with her.
When I got home I looked for sheets, towels, blankets, pillows, clothes for my daughter, among many other things, after that I went back to the hospital, I knew I was waiting for some days in there.
I think no one likes to be confined in any hospital, whether you are the patient or the companion, the nights are long, the hours are eternal, the cold becomes inclement and the background noise is children crying, separated parents fighting, nurses and doctors hateful.... All that remains is to take a deep breath and arm yourself with patience.
Examinations of all kinds, X-rays, photocopies of documents, purchases of medicines and medical supplies, come here, go over there, don't let her cry, it's her turn for treatment at this hour.... It is really exhausting, not easy, not to mention that I could not sleep because I was sitting on a small chair, while my daughter was sleeping in a crib, there is not even a bed here 🥴.
We have been here for 2 days and 2 nights, I feel that my spine is already begging for mercy, my dark circles under my eyes tell how tired I am.... But with faith in God that my twin will get better and meet her sisters and her daddy that she misses so much.
