I gave birth to premature twins—one thriving, one fading. My daughter steadily improved, but my son’s tiny body was turning purple, his breathing slowing with every minute. I stood by his incubator, preparing myself for a final goodbye, when a young nurse suddenly swept into the room. Without hesitation, she disconnected him from the wires, wrapped him in a warm blanket, and held him to her chest with calm, practiced confidence. Then she carried him to his sister’s incubator.
