“That sounds like a maybe.”
“At least it wasn’t a no. On the hospital front, I did get permission for you to go there with me tomorrow. I’d like you to see her before we even think about pushing this any further.”
* * * *
The NICU was a daunting place, Brian thought. Walking softly through the maze of isolettes, monitors, IV stands, and things he couldn’t identify, he followed Tristan and the nurse.
“I have a diaper to change. You can stand and talk to her and touch her but you need to wait until I get back to pick her up,” the nurse instructed.
Brian looked down at the infant wrapped in a blanket inside the plastic cube. A thin tube snaked across her cheek and up her nose. Wires protruded out the top edge of the blanket, and he guessed those monitored her pulse and oxygen saturation.
