CHAPTER 6
Natalie came home from Seattle and got put on an apnea monitor. Makes this horrible, piercing siren noise whenever it can’t detect her breathing. Usually it’s false alarms. It hardly wakes me up anymore, especially now that Patricia has moved the air mattress into the nursery. She says it’s because I need to catch up on my sleep, but by the tone in her voice, I know what she means is I’m a lazy, no good baby mommy that her son had the unfortunate opportunity to knock up.
I’m going to talk to Dr. Bell about it this week, actually. Not Patricia, of course — the apnea monitor. Jake and I already signed one of those DNR forms that says we don’t want heroic measures, you know, when the kid needs CPR or something. The neurologist and the pulmonary specialist were all for it, the lung
