“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.