“Dozens and dozens of cords, a room full of carefully engineered machines, a balancing act of medicines, x-rays, echoes, nurses, surgeons. . .and none of it”—she gazed down at Sam—”none of it even comes close to what your umbilical cord did for the last ten months.”
I turn the card over and scan the list of tasks my kindergartener is supposed to have mastered: Prints Letters and Words: E—Experiencing Difficulty. Uses pencil/crayons properly: E. This does not come as a surprise.
One spring, our dog chased off a mother deer minutes after she had given birth. For two days, we kept our dog tied up and listened to the fawn crying out in a voice that sounded human, “Mama! Mama!” Finally, the mother came back and the woods quieted. I started to wonder, how much damage could one family do?