Chapter one- where it all began- part two

 I was rushed to the hospital where they immediately began to work on me while someone tried to reach my parents who were at work. According to my mom she and my daddy ran across a very large parting lot to get to their car. In Vegas working at a casino this was not unusual.

According to my mom, at some point her legs grew tired causing my daddy to carry her the rest of the way to the car which was in a parking lot a ways from the building. Now this is fishy because if the hospital called they would have given my parents directions if they had asked. Right? That's what I thought. However again according to my mother because they didn’t know where I had been taken to they drove around frantically hoping a cop would stop them so they could ask directions. But no such luck, so they went to the closest hospital to the house and it was there they found their little baby girl. Finally they reached the hospital,

As time passed the police were called and everyone was questioned including the babysitter. She had as many different answers as did my mom. But at least her answers were different. When asked she said Maybe I fell out of the window or off the back of the couch or...”

But my parents didn’t buy her story anymore then the police did. Suddenly the tension was broken when the Dr came back out to update my parents and the police of my condition. My parents didn’t care how I looked all they wanted to see their baby girl.

However once they stepped in the room I was in, the severity of my condition didn’t hit until they saw me. On first glance my mom’s breath caught trying to escape her parted lips. All she could do is look at the tiny lifeless baby that laid there helpless and unmoving. The right side was drawn up tight to the body while the left side twitched uncontrollably. There were tubes hooked to my body monitoring every movement, every action. My parents wanted to move closer but their feet were glued to the floor.

“ We don't know the extent of her injuries yet, but from what we can tell so far, she only has the use of one side of her body, If she does come out of it she will be a vegetable for the rest of her life- for those that know me some vegetable huh?

The Dr. quietly suggested that they ended my suffering but they couldn’t. How could they pull the plug. This was their precious baby girl. Their breath, their, life their reason for living. How could they end it. Were my moms words as guilt probably began to over take her.

 
 My guess, she didn’t want me to survive because I was my daddy’s pride and joy. If he ever cared for or about anything or anyone it was me. This was one of the many stories and facts my mom repeated to me over and over. Never letting me forget it. Now that that life was slowly dying , he would have to turn to her for comfort, which was something she wanted all along.”