“He isn’t breathing. I’m not cutting it until I know he’s breathing.” Those words will ring in my ears forever. My husband isn’t a yeller.
In fact, he gets so annoyed when I yell his name to see where he is. So that yell haunts me. Our son Whitman was born not breathing.
We had so many plans. So many dreams for him and in those first moments of his life I felt his dreams and his life slipping away slowly.
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