The room was filled with alarms, whispers, and a fear so thick it felt impossible to breathe.
My mom had gone into labor weeks too early, and nothing about that day went the way it was supposed to. One moment we were rushing to the hospital, telling ourselves everything would be fine.
The next, doctors were surrounding her bed, speaking in low voices, avoiding eye contact. I remember holding her hand as she tried to smile through the pain, promising us she’d be okay, even as her body was clearly giving up.
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