We got the call early in the morning, as I was groggily trying to start my day. When I heard it was the hospital, my heart sank, terrified of the news they might be giving me. But I needn’t have been afraid. “He took the bottle!” the excited woman’s voice Read more…
We were in the hallway of Children’s Mercy Hospital, on our way to see Joshua in ICU, where he had come out of surgery. We ran into his pediatric cardiology surgeon, still wearing his scrubs. To our anxious inquiries, his response was “Well, Mr. & Mrs. Kingsbury, I’m not optimistic Read more…
It was like some sort of premonition. Do mothers have this primal instinct which can detect when something is just not quite right with their babies? I have often wondered about this, especially when reflecting back on the earliest days with our firstborn son, Joshua. We were only weeks away Read more…