Minha's rehabilitation exercises have started. Yesterday, we tied her good hand so she is motivated to use her paralyzed one. Instead, that little fighter started using her mouth. We recorded it. Had a good laugh as well. But later when I lay in bed, a thought came to mind that is still bothering me.
What did that baby feel for the second she had that stroke?
How did she feel?
What was her thought?
We will never know it. I will never forget that day. Never. Her cry was different. Her face. She won't ever be able to tell us how she felt and what she felt.
My poor little baby.
