Before the concert, the blond twin mentioned her side ache again. I gave her some pain killer and she joined the other girls to eat pizza. She spent hours dancing and singing and taking selfies.
Back at the hotel she ate more pizza and went into her room. About 1:00 a.m., I shut down all the girls. I said, "I'm waking everyone up at 9:00 a.m. so you can eat the free breakfast. It's time to get to sleep." Now, there wasn't a moment when I really thought they would go to sleep. I just wanted them to be quiet so I could get some sleep on the living room couch.
I heard some strange sounds from her room about 2:00 a.m. I convinced her to sleep in the living room with me so her friends could get some sleep. I pulled out the sofa bed and we snuggled until she fell asleep. When she woke up at 4:30 a.m., she said she was freezing. I felt her forehead; she was burning up. It was then that I realized that she was really, really sick. I said, "Let's get more blankets on you." She said, "Mom, I think it's my appendix. We googled the symptoms."
She fell asleep and I searched the symptoms. I thought it might have been her appendix, but I didn't think it was really a problem for teenagers. It turned out I was really wrong. The item that really caught my eye was that acute appendicitis was most common in people between ten and 30 years old. The blond twin was a prime target.
She fell asleep again while I texted Daddy to say that she needed to go to an immediate care center. By the time he arrived at the hotel, we decided she needed to go to an emergency room. They went to the hospital in our neighborhood while I stayed with the other girls at the hotel.
By the time I delivered all the girls back to their homes, the blond twin had been in the emergency room for several hours. Daddy and I spoke on the phone, so I always knew what was happening. I arrived at the emergency room to find that the test results were coming back. The emergency room doctor said it was her appendix and it needed to come out immediately.
She was considered a pediatrics case, even though she was what we considered "fully grown." She was transferred to a pediatrics hospital where the surgeon was waiting when we arrived. The blond twin was in surgery shortly after we arrived. She was out of surgery quickly.
The first person we sent to the recovery room was the brunette twin. She really needed to see her twinnie. I was the second person to see the blond twin. She was sleeping when I arrived. When she opened her eyes, the first think she said was, "I didn't die Mom. I'm ok." She closed her eyes and I cried tears of fear and joy.
