Fields let me sit beside Wesley’s crib for an extended visit.

His fever had improved, though the team was still treating and monitoring him and waiting for the full results.

When his fingers curled around mine, I had to close my eyes.

“That’s a good sign,” the nurse beside us said quietly.

I asked about his skin, his feeding, his weight and every number on the monitor.

She answered what she could and referred medical questions to the physician.

Then she showed me how to participate in his care without interfering with treatment.