The when I had my daughter was the best day of my life. Who knew the next day would have been the worst? Nobody, except God. Everything had been going fine until 6:23 AM the day after Sophie was born. I was awoken by a number of nurses taking Sophie from her bed, where she was monitored. I still remember it like it was happening.

"What's going on?"

"Miss, it seems that your daughter has had a seizure."

Those words cut deeper than I ever thought they could.

I quickly wake up Shay, who is sitting next to me. Keegan went home last night to sleep, and Shay offered to stay.

"Shay, they just took Sophia, she...she had a seizure." I manage to studder.

Her face goes pale and she calls Keegan while running my back. My daughter.