My Dear Mum (not my psp person, that's my husband) has been in hospital for a couple of weeks with acute kidney failure, clung on to life yesterday, we did not know how much she was aware of, but my pregnant youngest daughters waters broke 1pm, which my other daughter told her, mum clung on to life till 12pm until I told her Claire's had a girl, then she went.
I was there last june when my Dad died, but yesterday was the most horrific thing I've ever witnessed, nothing had prepared me for what happened at the end
Not sure if I should be wetting the baby head or drowning my sorrows
On top of sitting at my mums bedside, getting text messages regarding Claire's progress,the messages dried up, I knew something was wrong, I only found out later she had major complications and had to have surgery after the birth
Happy or sad?