The nurse moved closer, her voice barely above a whisper, yet somehow cutting through the chaos. She guided my wife into slow, deliberate breaths, counting softly, anchoring her to each inhale and exhale. The machines still beeped, the staff stayed on high alert, but something in the room shifted. Fear loosened its grip. My wife’s pulse began to fall into rhythm, and the baby’s heartbeat followed, as if our daughter was listening too.
A Moment Between Fear and Hope..
