Whether any magical strings were pulled, I didn’t know for sure, but that Friday I was in Flagstaff at the office of Dr. Ruiz, the ob-gyn several of Connor’s cousins had recommended. I decided to leave aside the improbability of getting an appointment at all on the Friday before a long weekend, let alone with a highly in-demand doctor, and just be glad that I wouldn’t be left to stew over the holiday as to whether my baby was okay or not.
The medical assistant asked if I wanted Connor in the room with me while they did the ultrasound, and of course I said yes. This was the part that scared me the most — logically I knew it was just a baby and that everything should be fine at this point — but damn straight I was going to have Connor at my side as I got the first true confirmation that the
