My Wife Was Seven Months Pregnant When She Stopped Leaving Bed—Then I Lifted the Blue Blanket and Realized My Mother Already Knew What Was Underneath

“We’re taking you in.”

Clara nodded.

She looked at me.

“Come.”

“I’m coming.”

At the emergency department, obstetric triage and the burn service became involved.

There was no dramatic doctor announcing that everything was miraculously fine.

There were questions.