Two Tiny Punctures in My Son’s Hospital Cup Led to a Timeline My Husband Couldn’t Explain

“What are you trying to prove?” he asked.

“I’m trying to remember accurately.”

He laughed without humor.

“Every breath now?”

“No.”

I wrote when Noah ate, what he left, what he said, and what I had actually seen.

If I hadn’t watched something, I said so.

If a time came from a receipt rather than memory, I noted that too.