© KJ Hannah Greenberg
I signed out AMA, against medical advice. At thirty-five weeks, the baby’s lungs were mature. My phobia of hospitals and of unnecessary interventions would harm him more than would my rejecting those medicos’ offer to keep me under observation. Messing with my endocrine system, too, could lead to premature birth.
Six weeks later, he was born with a full head of hair and a weight of over ten pounds. He went immediately to size two diapers. Today, he’s a full-blown teenager. Sometimes, we have to trust the softest whispers.