My Husband Said the Funeral Van Would Take Me to a Clinic—Then a Loose White Cord Gave Me a Chance to Get Out

“She’ll be six weeks early.”

“Approximately.

The neonatal team will be ready.”

“Can she breathe on her own?”

“We won’t know exactly what support she needs until she’s born.”

I looked at Brenda, hoping she would supply a simpler answer.

She stayed beside me rather than pretending there was one.

Dr.