*Bren*
I feel panic grab me as I lift the limp baby. “Dahlia, she isn’t breathing… she isn’t breathing”.
Then my wife is there, taking Iris from me, laying her on her arm and starting to stroke her back. “Come on baby girl, breathe”.
“What are you doing ?” I mean it seems like very little to do.
“Bren !” Dahlia glances at me shortly. “Please call an ambulance, explain we have a small baby with apnea, possibly amniotic fluid in the lungs and that she is not responsive … now Bren”.
I fumble my phone from my pocket as I run out into the hallway. I can’t look at my little baby like that, and I praise the gods that I am married to a doctor.
Somehow I manage to make the call, explaining to them what is happening and to hurry.
Just as I hang up I hear a cry from the room and I burst in, s
