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Emilia Warrior Princess
11/30/2016 Latest post:
Emilia's story...well, first of all her name should've just been Emily. That's what everyone calls her and that's what she went by at school. Emily was born on Thursday May 27th, 2010 at 9:25am. I remember being so scared when I found out I was pregnant, I was terrible with kids. The day I held Emily in my arms for the first time, everything changed. Her big brown eyes just looking up at everyone. She had very little hair, but it was so soft. I felt an immediate attachment to her, right away I started worrying about what if I'm a terrible mother, what if she hates me? It was funny seeing her dad holding her, she was so tiny and he was so big. After 2 days in the hospital we finally took her home. Already she was beyond spoiled. She was the first grandchild on both sides of the family. Her first year went by so fast, i never believed people when they would tell me they grow up in the blink of an eye. Everyone was right of course. Her first birthday, was a Friday at Chuck E. Cheese. She did not like him at all, as soon as he would come around instant tears. The next morning she was baptized and had a birthday/baptism party. She loved the attention, the cake, the gifts. Except for a little bit of rain the day was pretty much perfect. Emily was such a silly little girl. She always made me laugh. I loved spending all my time with her. Of course her dad and I had the occasional date nights, every parent needs a few breaks here and there. But seeing and hearing her everytime we got back was the best feeling in the whole world. Of course there was a second and third birthday party. Holidays and birthday parties became a big deal. By the time she was three I started working, that was really hard at first. Eventually, we all adjusted. 2015 was a good year for us, Junior (Emily's dad) was doing really good at work, Emily started kindergarten and she loved it, and I started a new job. Things were really looking up for our little family. The holidays came and they were great. Then came the new year and Emily got sick. She had a fever and her voice had gotten a little hoarse. We took her to the emergency room cause we didn’t want to take any chances. Drs looked her over gave her some meds and sent us on our way. After about a week or more we took her to a local clinic for a check up and to get shots. We were told she had an ear infection. Some antibiotics were prescribed and we were sent home. Emily had gotten sick before like every kid does, but this was different. It lasted longer, and even though a lot of the time she seemed okay, she really wasn't. I regret not pressuring the doctors more and really putting my foot down. I'll always live with that regret. By February Emily had a bump behind her ear, "It's just a swollen lymph node due to the ear infection" they told me. "She has a severe ear infection" or "it'll all go away with the antibiotics." Eventually, Emily's face was drooping and one doctor still said it was cause of the ear infection. Finally the last time we took her to the emergency room we pushed, the doctor comes and tells us "your daughter has a mass and we are transferring you to Lucile Packard Children's Hospital " just like that. It took so many visits to the clinic and emergency room and we never pushed hard enough, I never stood up to the doctors. I left my little girl's life in their hands and I trusted them. We arrived at Lucile Packard on Monday March 7th, 2016. That first week was full of tests and lots of waiting. Within a couple days it was confirmed Emily had cancer. A day or so after she was diagnosed with stage 4 Rhabdomyosarcoma. Our worlds were literally falling apart.