Nicholas is fine, but I just wanted to give a warning that the story below talks about a child's death, so you don't have to read it if you don't want to.
Last night was an incredibly difficult night. Nicholas had finally fallen asleep just before 11 PM. I laid down on the couch to try to relax and go to sleep. A few minutes later I hear an announcement over the intercom "All available nursing staff to Room 112". Then I see people running down the hall toward that room (it's right near our room). At the same time I hear a mama sobbing and screaming Oh God, Oh God. My heart is beating out of my chest. I hope with everything I have that her baby is okay. The sobbing continues for a long time. Still more frantic rushing around by the hospital staff. I can see the looks on some of their faces and I know it's not good. Then I hear No God, No. And gut-wreching, heart-breaking sobs. I wasn't sure if she had lost her child until I saw them hours later, heading down the hall, distraught tear-streaked faces, carrying a box with a teddy bear in it. My heart is breaking for that family. No one should have to go through that.
I did not sleep all night. I felt fear, panic, anxiety, sadness. I felt I needed to make sure Nicholas was okay at all times. I don't think I will ever be able to forget the sound of a mother watching her precious baby die.
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