The room seemed to shrink as the realization poured over us like a cold wave. My mind was a flurry of confusion and fear. How could this be happening? My husband Jason was as white as a sheet, his eyes locked on mine, searching for answers I didn’t have. The nurse stood awkwardly by the door, clearly unsure whether to stay or go.
“Emma,” Jason’s voice was tight, barely a whisper, “what does she mean?”
I swallowed, trying to gather my thoughts. “I don’t know,” I stammered, my eyes flicking back to the small, innocent face of the baby in my arms. “It doesn’t make any sense.”
