The Prayer That Put Me Back Together

One of the scariest places I’ve ever been.

We entered the oddly shaped room, laid out like a letter “L” at the end of a hallway, away from nurses and beeping and bustle. Just the baby was there, on his belly in an industrial-looking crib, about one year old, and his mom, no roommate. I remember thinking, “I hope we don’t have a roommate either,” but I didn’t voice this worry. I was almost unable to speak, the uncertainty of what lay ahead choking me and stealing my…