so badly.”
He left before dinner.
The next month blurred into doctor’s visits, overdue notices, sleepless nights, and blood pressure that kept climbing.
The NICU machines terrified me, but every nurse kept saying the same thing.
At 34 weeks, my doctor stopped smiling during an exam and called for help from the hallway.
Chloe arrived by emergency C-section before I understood what was happening.
She was tiny, angry, and perfect.
The NICU machines terrified me, but every nurse kept saying the same thing.
“She’s fighting. You need to fight too.”
So I did.
I sold jewelry, canceled everything optional, and ate whatever was cheapest.
When Chloe finally came home, she needed breathing treatments and medication my insurance barely covered.
I sold jewelry, canceled everything optional, and ate whatever was cheapest.
Then the pharmacy gave me a total I couldn’t pay. I even counted twice.
I sat in my car outside
