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There have been complications. Complications. That’s what I told everyone on Sunday, as we anticipated her discharge. And then our world crumbled. Our baby had fought off viral meningitis and a minor chest infection. And now, as her body was starting to recuperate, there were complications. Complications. On his shift, hubby noticed that she wasn’t using her right arm. She could grip things but she wasn’t able to lift them up. Also, her speech is slurred. I never noticed. I thought the arm issue was due to swelling caused by the first drip. The second drip failed too. She now has a drip on her foot. My husband is so in tune with his daughter that he just knew something wasn’t right. I arrived at the hospital on Sunday, ready to take my baby home. I was going to spend this week at home with her just to help get her back to normal. We were going home. It was over. But now there are complications. They feel so far removed from me. I guess I didn’t want to see what my husband saw. It was supposed to be over. She was supposed to be home. Complications. My husband has not slept since she was admitted last Wednesday. He did the worst thing. He consulted google. On my shift, he would go home and worry. I managed to get sleep. Confident that she had licked this thing and all would be well. We were transferred to another hospital. Closer to the neurologist. Neurologist. Complications. Hubby finally fell asleep on the bed in our new, more spacious digs. He was supposed to stay over. But I could see the cracks. Sent him home with my parents. Took his phone away. He was not happy. I said to him “If you continue like this, you will end up getting very sick. And I need you. We need you!” So now I am on autopilot. Ow pilot! (my favourite Trevor Noah joke). I deal with her diarrhea calmly. Nappy rash? Used to freak me out before. I just dealt with it without a hint of inadequacy. Tummy cramps? Its a cinch. Blood tests. Second spinal tap. X-rays. Brain screening. Consults with the doctor. Focussing in on the positive. No trace of the viral meningitis. Her body stopped fighting because it caused, what hubby would term, detrimental destruction to the enterovirus. Test for listeriosis: