The mattress was clear, and she lay on her back, one hand near her cheek.

The yellow blanket was folded on the chair for the next time I held her.

She had grown since that first hospital visit.

There were still appointments to attend and things to watch as the pediatric team advised.

I kept the notes where I could reach them.

I no longer spent every quiet minute trying to count her breaths by myself.

I had learned when to seek help and what the clinicians wanted me to notice.