He’s receiving care in the neonatal unit, but he’s breathing and responding.

The team will update you carefully.”

I cried without making a sound.

I had carried him for thirty-nine weeks, imagined his face a thousand times, and nearly lost him before learning what color his eyes were.

“You lost a significant amount of blood,” the nurse continued.

“We’ve been monitoring you closely.

Your doctor will explain everything once you’re more alert.”

My fingers moved toward the blanket over my abdomen.