While Our Baby Was Critically Ill, I Realized I Was Already Doing It Alone
There was a time when my days—and nights—were measured not in hours, but in doses. Every few hours, I checked his temperature. Measured medicine carefully. Watched for the smallest changes. My son was only two years old, and he was seriously ill. Even now, saying that feels distant, like it belonged to someone else’s life….
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