CHAPTER 9
Jake asked me just a few nights ago why I haven’t cried. I mean, I cried the first day in the labor and delivery room, and he was there for that. There were two nurses, a doctor, and one other — I think she might have been a chaplain or social worker or something like that — and they were all leaning over me like I was the patient. Leaning over me, their faces literally six inches away. So close I could probably guess what they’d each eaten for breakfast by their breath. Leaning down, holding my hands, rubbing my shoulders. Only four people, but I swear there were eight hands touching me right then as they told me what happened.
My baby had stopped breathing, but she still had a faint pulse. There were flight nurses on the way, straight from the Seattle NICU where they’d gotte
