At 104 Degrees My Baby Was Burning Up, and the Doctor Said New Mothers Panic Over Nothing. Then My Seven-Year-Old Lifted Her Teddy Bear and Asked to Tell Him What Grandma Had Really Been Doing

“No,” Poppy said.

“I came downstairs because Toby was crying.

Grandma had the syringe, and Daddy told me to go back to bed.”

Chapter 5 — Daddy Held the Baby

I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears.

“Did it happen more than once?”

Poppy counted, silently, against the paw of her bear.

“Three nights,” she said.