“Rosalie was born six weeks early by emergency surgery,” I said.

“And you’re using her to pull every bit of attention back onto yourself,” she said.

“She wasn’t breathing on her own,” I said.

“She was breathing fine until you started screaming down the hallway,” my mother said.

“The alarms were going off before I even opened the family room door,” I said.

“You set those alarms off yourself,” my mother said, her chin shaking with anger.

“You probably unhooked it before you went to sleep just to get the nurses in here.”