Mom gently brushed Jenna’s forehead and assured her that they would help us once we returned home. Brooke leaned over Wesley’s bassinet and softly told him how much everyone already loved him.
I believed everything they said.
that memory still haunts me because i often dwell on those quiet moments right before i started doubting the faith i’d put in them.
forty-eight hours later, jenna came back home with a stack of discharge papers from the hospital.
the pages listed critical red flags like dehydration, infection, high fever, extreme fatigue, and other potential complications after giving birth.
i went over every single line over and over because entering fatherhood terrified me far more than i was willing to show.
jenna gave a small smile when she saw how intensely i was studying the pages.
“you’re planning to learn those papers by heart, aren’t you?” she asked.
“most likely,” i confessed.
she grinned. “good.”
