My Mother-in-Law Pointed at My Baby and Screamed

one ounce of soy formula, then half an ounce more, then spit some down his chin like a normal rude baby. His liver numbers started trending the right way. His color changed slowly, from yellow wax to something pinker. Still bruised. Still tiny. But there.

Linda came every day and waited outside the NICU until one of us told her she could come in.

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