All night I fought for the life of someone else’s baby, and by morning I found out he wasn’t someone else’s at all, but family… my husband’s own child.
A quiet evening in the children’s ward of the hospital resembled a library more than a medical facility. Outside the window, dusk was slowly gathering, tinting the sky in shades of lilac, and in the corridors there reigned an almost meditative silence, broken only occasionally by the soft steps of a nurse or the muffled … Read more