She brought me water I forgot to drink, moved my phone closer when it buzzed, and watched every nurse who came near her baby sister.
Three days earlier, I had been rushed into an emergency C-section.
One minute, I was arguing that my blood pressure numbers could not possibly be that bad.
The next, Kevin was gripping my hand beneath fluorescent lights while a nurse told me to focus on her voice and keep breathing.
Everything after that came in pieces.
A mask.
A bright ceiling.
A doctor speaking quickly.
Kevin saying my name.
Then a cry so small I almost thought I imagined it.
Rosalie arrived six weeks early and weighed four pounds, two ounces.
I saw her for only a moment before the medical team moved her away.
She was tiny enough that every adult hand near her looked enormous, and the fear that entered me in that room never really left.
