CHAPTER 18
I arrive home before Natalie’s breathing gets too wet, and I throw on the suction machine. It’s so loud I’ll probably go deaf before her first birthday. After I clear out her airway, I take a quick picture of her because she looks like a little Eskimo in her downy winter wrap-up. Once she’s unbundled, I put her on her little buckle-in chair in the living room and plop down on the couch to post the photo online.
I’m trying to think of a grabby caption when my phone beeps. It’s a message from Sandy. How’s my sweet girl today? I’m not sure if she’s asking about me or Natalie, so I tell her we’re both fine and send her an attachment with the photo I just took.
What a tiny thing. Is she gaining weight? Sandy asks, and I have to love her for not lying through her teeth like most of
