Part 3, from Kelley: The surgeon sewed our baby shut. The neonatologist rose from her prayer rug. Then a nurse returned our tiny daughter to the quiet of her incubator, and we made our bargains with God.
The surgeon wouldn't say it, but she was certain our baby would be dead by morning.
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