I remember a few things about the morning we went to Riley. 1) I woke up and curled my hair. 2) I did not want to be a frequent member of the Simon family member parking garage. 3) I remember the way the fellow couldn’t look us in the eye before she left the room to get Dr. Plager. I thought curling my hair would wake me up, slap me out of the nightmare that was the past 12 hours with google at my fingertips. I even tried makeup, only to be cried off in the next few hours. The parking garage led to the waiting room, and I didn’t want any part of it. There were so many kids, playing. And I just kept praying that my kid wouldn’t be one of them. For sake of privacy, we will just call her the fellow. She was kind and she was gentle. She didn’t talk much, she kept doing all these funny things to get Sloane to look certain ways, she kept repeating them and she was doing it to both eyes and that’s when we knew. We didn’t need Dr. Plager to tell us what we already knew. But she brought him i