They Asked for Thirty Lemon Desserts While My Newborn Fought to Breathe
She didn’t touch the baby’s foot or the back of her head.
Her fingers slid straight along the hard ridged plastic of the main breathing circuit.
She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the blue respiratory connection valve.
The valve joined the ventilator line to the small flexible mask fitted over Rosalie’s nose.
It was meant to turn smoothly under a nurse’s thumb to adjust the airflow.
Patricia gripped the plastic ring and twisted it sharply to the left.
The steady rhythm of the pump stuttered once.