Chapter 13 - A Fragile Cry Of Life
Suddenly, the heavy double doors flew open again, and a frantic pediatric nurse rushed out carrying a tiny bundle wrapped in green cotton. Nursery blanket.
“We have a live birth! Male infant, thirty-four weeks gestation, struggling with respiratory adaptation!” the nurse announced loudly.
She rushed past me toward the neonatal intensive care unit down the hall, leaving a trail of hurried footsteps in her wake.
I took one step to follow, but my feet remained glued to the linoleum floor as I looked back toward Operating Room Three.
The continuous flatline tone from the heart monitor had finally stopped, replaced once again by the slow, erratic beep of a defibrillator.
Dr. Harrison poked his head out into the hallway, sweat dripping from his forehead beneath his surgical cap.
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“We got her back into sinus rhythm, but she’s in a medically induced coma to protect her heart,” the doctor gasped out.
A massive exhale escaped my lungs, feeling as though a boulder had been lifted off my chest for the very first time.
