“Me first,” Matthias said, holding the baby like something sacred.

The maternity nurse came in to weigh him and change his outfit.

She laid him in the clear bassinet, folded back the blanket, and unbuttoned his onesie — and that was the moment Matthias stopped breathing.

I watched his eyes fix on the lower part of the baby’s back.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, a cold weight dropping through me.

The nurse glanced down.