CHAPTER 60
I haven’t slept in nearly twenty-four hours. It was almost three in the morning by the time Natalie got situated at the Seattle Children’s Hospital. The rooms are bigger than when she was in the NICU. We’re in the pediatric intensive care floor now. Moving up in the world, aren’t we? I hate the fact that I’m spending the week before Christmas in the hospital, but something feels right about the entire thing. Like maybe my brain knew we’d be here all along. Or maybe I’m just a glutton for punishment.
God knows I deserve this and so much worse. But does he have to take it out on my daughter?
I think I dozed for a little bit around four. I remember waking up as a technician came in with a giant rolling machine. “Just getting some x-rays on your daughter,” he told me, and I zoned
