Two Tiny Punctures in My Son’s Hospital Cup Led to a Timeline My Husband Couldn’t Explain
I pointed to the chair beside the bed.
“Okay.”
I asked whether he wanted the door open a little or all the way.
He chose a little.
I let him make that choice too.
Afterward, I sat at the kitchen table with the discharge packet.
I checked the next appointment and the contact number, then stopped.
I had already read the instructions twice.