It is midnight.
My eyelids are beyond heavy and my eyes are blurry and dry, but as usual I am awake to welcome in the new day as the date changes on my watch. My stomach feels a bit off and it is not any sort of stomach bug or illness. My mind is a thought away from sending my eyes a memo that a flood is incoming and my chest a second away from skipping a beat. I have been hitting refresh on one of Sonzee's CDKL5 sister's mom's Facebook page. I hate this game.
Waiting is the worst part. I try to tell myself no news is good news, it is the truth, right? After all, it has been 10 hours since she last posted, and every other tag of her name on her profile page is her original post tagged, so I am sticking with my original thought. The alternative is just too much. I have lost count of how many of our CDKL5 siblings have been lost this year and it makes my heart feel excruciatingly heavy.
Today is one of those days that makes CDKL5 feel suffocating and inescapable. I replay in my mind and on my camera images of Sonzee smiling in her spa during her first swim. While the images bring me immense joy, the reality behind why there is an aquatic training vessel in my backyard and the organization that gifted it to us, paired with her CDKL5 sister in the ICU makes me want to run towards the trash can and then afterward partake in some ugly crying. There are certainly times that the weight of this life is just beyond any earthly comprehension and I can tell you 12:40am is one of those times...
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