My son and his wife asked me to watch their two-month-old baby while they went shopping. But no matter how much I held him or tried to calm him down, he wouldn’t stop crying inconsolably. I immediately sensed something was wrong. When I lifted his clothes to check his diaper… I froze. There was something there… something unimaginable. My hands were shaking. I grabbed him and ran straight to the hospital.
I drove straight to the hospital, praying I was wrong… and terrified that I wasn’t. The drive to the hospital felt longer than it actually was. Noah’s tires were driving the car, sharp and jagged, each one twisting more in my chest. I kept looking at him in the rearview mirror, my heart beating so…
