I know that during a state of semi-unconsciousness and discomfort I heard Sasha crying. It couldn’t have been anyone else—it was the only baby I had heard in a very long time.
When I finally woke up, I saw that the room I was in was dark, and Sasha’s wails filled the entire house with the intensity of a storm. What was going on? The room spun when I tried to get up, and I clutched the headboard with my good arm. My whole body jolted and I groaned, feeling hot with a slight fever and dizzy. I had spent the whole night sleeping on my side, on that side of my body that didn’t feel numb.
Yes, it was the baby. Her screams sounded very loud.
The instinct to be with her surged in me suddenly, and I fought the dizziness that threatened to knock me to the floor as I got out of bed. As I crossed
