Alone and untrained, a mother becomes nurse for her daughter with disabilities
THE YELP FROM the baby monitor startled Noelia Ferreira from a shallow sleep. It took five seconds, maybe, to bolt across the hallway to her daughter’s room, her movements in the dead of night fluid, automatic.
Abi was lying on her side, her limbs outstretched and rigid in the clutch of another seizure. Noelia leaned in close so their faces were inches apart, her long hair falling around them like a curtain. She gripped Abi’s hands in hers.
“It’s OK,” she promised, making her voice strong. “You’re OK now.”