The 'special' child

Okay so last night I stayed at my dad's house which is pretty cool cause its the one I grew up in. Now my nanna lives there as well as she has dementia and can't live on her own. I help out with her as well, as sometimes she gets stuck on the toliet and where my mom doesn't live there anymore, it's awkward for my dad (his mom). I don't mind, I help her around and make sure she get's supper and if she has an accident in the night I take care of it. I always thought that would bother me but when it's someone you love you just don't.

Anyways point to my story is that I was checking in on her today and I found her slumped over in her chair, mouth open and eyes slightly parted. I start freaking out in my head cause she's really due anytime now. I've got tears now on the inside so much I probably could have swam there. Anyway I do what I think I should, you know go up to her, say Nanna? She's either partially deaf or selective hearing, we never figured out which (I'm told I'm a lot like her so I figure selective hearing). Nothing. I can't see her breathing. Now my inside tears are making it hard to breathe and I gotta pee. Give her a little shake and she moves. Okay that pretty much scares me but she opens her eyes fully and looks at me. She says hello and I can tell she's wondering why I'm so close to her looking like I'm going to piss on the floor. I told her what I thought and she smiled ever so sweetly saying. "You're the special child aren't you." Frig you nanna! Had a good laugh once I went to the bathroom. Called my dad and he laughed. Apparently that is how she naps, looking dead, great. Well I could have been warned!