I did not have an advance directive.

I was thirty-three years old and pregnant with twins and I had a bag by the door and a scheduled cesarean and a hospital tour behind me and I had never in my life filled out a health care power of attorney, because why on earth would I have.

So on the third and fourth of March 2021, the person legally authorized to make medical decisions for our newborn son — and, separately, for me — was Davis Renfrew.

And here is the part that took me the longest.