“Are you a patient in this hospital?” my husband asked.

I couldn’t answer, which was answer enough.

Throughout Archie’s stay in the NICU, I tried to stay by his side at all times. I felt guilty for leaving to eat, sleep, shower, or otherwise care for myself.

My husband’s question caused me to […]

Nobody can romanticize a lone woman, waddling across a 1970s-era hospital lobby on her way to Labor & Delivery. I had no bags, no husband, no contractions, no aura of impending birth. Wheelchairs weren’t offered, questions weren’t asked.

Fuss? Wasn’t.

That was okay. It was just the two of us, baby and I, […]