I waited. And waited. And waited. And finally when I was sure that surely by then they must have been almost on their way back, I called Terence who told me that Bianca needed a blood test.
I think it is at this point where I suddenly wondered what was going on. Suddenly realised that maybe things were not as simple as I thought. I didn't really know what to think, but the waiting was killing me just sitting there waiting for news. Watching the clock slowly ticking by. Not knowing what was going on was driving me insane.
Much later I got a call from Terence that they were not sure what was up but that Bianca needed a blood transfusion as she had low platelets and low red blood cells and that she would have to be admitted over the long weekend so they could do more tests on the Tuesday. I remember asking why she had to stay the whole weekend and why she couldn't just come home and we would take her back on the Tuesday. But no, the decision was that she would have to stay.
|Waiting at the hospital|
|Waiting for the Emla cream (that numbs the skin) to work in preparation for her very first blood transfusion. Look how pale she was!|
Finally around 10pm Terence was able to come and get me so he could get a few things for them (because of course we were not prepared for an admission) and I had to go drop him off so that I wouldn't be completely without a car. Seeing Bianca there in the big hospital bed - she looked so small. She was so small!
It seems so long ago now. How unprepared we were.