A special contribution by guest blogger Natalie Brenneman
Evan emerged into the world lifeless and blue. I remember watching my husband shifting back and forth on his tiptoes behind the medical team working to resuscitate him. “It’s a boy!” he finally shouted from across the room. Twenty minutes later, our nurse handed Evan to me. “He’s ... I ... he,” I tried to find the words to tell her what she already knew — Evan was struggling for breath. I handed him back, she placed him in an isolette and quickly wheeled him to the NICU.
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