The Baby Who Saved My Life… Part VI “Good Friday, and My Descent Into Hell”

Suddenly, the stalled atmosphere of “random refugee mother trying to be near her newborn” morphed into a flurry of urgent activity.... Hospital bracelets were being strapped onto my arms, I was tattooed with heart monitors and bandaids, had several IV entry points and vial after uncountable vial of blood taken, wires, monitors.... and voices saying [...]

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