Tuesday night I was up sick all night. Barfy sick. I woke up just long enough to call off work and hand Olivia over to gramma and papa before I slept until 4 p.m.
Oh, yes. And also? I called and found out that Ainsley had pneumonia.
"Liv is having a seizure."
So then Olivia had a big ass febrile seizure and Mark called 911. And instead of taking her to Children's, they insisted on taking her to the closest
By the time I drove the 30 minutes from Children's to the ER to see Olivia, they were already arranging to have her transported. To Children's.
BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE! So then Mark went to visit Ainsley early this morning and while he was holding her he noticed that she was acting strange. Her hand kept twitching and her thumb was clamped down and he couldn't move it.
Because...She was having a motherfucking seizure!