It was as if his body remembered something it had forgotten.
How to live.
Five years have passed since that night.
My twins are unstoppable now—wild laughter, scraped knees, endless noise. They argue. They race through the house. They collapse into sleep in tangled piles of limbs.
And every single time I watch my son breathe without effort, I think of that nurse.
She didn’t just save his life.
She saved everything I thought I was about to lose.
