She wrote down names.
She drew pictures of tiny feet.
She bought miniature socks.
She spent hours arranging the nursery.
Ben assembled the cribs three times because Rosie kept changing her mind about where they should go.
She wanted yellow curtains.
Then green.
Then yellow again.
The nursery became a joke in our family.
But beneath the laughter, there were concerns.
The pregnancy was considered high risk.
The doctors monitored Rosie closely.
Everyone knew there could be complications.
But nobody expected what happened at thirty-four weeks.
The Night Everything Changed
Rosie had complained that she didn't feel well.
At first, we thought she was simply tired.
Then she became pale.
Then she collapsed.
Ben called emergency services.
The ambulance arrived.
I still remember the sound of my mother's voice when she called me.
“Get to the hospital.”
Nothing else.
I knew immediately that something was wrong.
By the time I arrived, Rosie was already being prepared for emergency surgery.
