“I want Liam to live, James.” Her voice cracked. “I want to do whatever it takes for him to be okay.”
Her words broke my heart. “I don’t know how to give you that. It’s the one thing in the world I don’t know how to give you.”
She lifted up her notebook. “Dr. Hughes is a specialist that deals with the mental development of preemies. I’m telling you what I want here. I know what Liam needs. It doesn’t matter that I was unconscious for the first two weeks of his life. He grew in my belly for months. I know him. And Dr. Hughes can fix him.”
“Baby, we don’t know if he’ll live long enough for us to worry about his development.”
“Yes we do.” A tear fell down her cheek.
“We don’t.” I felt tears threatening to spill from my own eyes. I had heard all the numbers. I had done this same research.
