It happened on the day my son arrived far too soon. What should have been the happiest
of beginnings dissolved into a storm of alarms, urgent voices,
and choices I never imagined having to make.
My wife faced serious complications during labor,
and while the medical team worked to help her, our tiny newborn was rushed to the NICU,
fighting for each delicate breath.
I could feel myself coming apart.
I remember collapsing against the hallway wall, drained and overwhelmed.
That was when an older nurse knelt beside me,
wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulders,
and offered the words I didn’t yet realize I needed to hear.
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