Content warning: infant loss
Emma Mitchell spent years assuming motherhood wasn't in the cards for her - until a chest X-ray for a bad case of pneumonia led her to check, almost as an afterthought, and the test came back with the darkest line she'd ever seen.
What got me is how much had to go right just for Emma and her partner, Devin, to meet their daughter, Evie, at all - a scare at eight weeks that looked like a miscarriage, a cervix that kept shortening past the point doctors thought possible, and a hospital stay built around an infection nobody could fully explain, all before Evie arrived at 23 weeks and 6 days, weighing 660 grams - a little over a pound.
We talk about: the 14-and-a-half-hour wait in an emergency room, certain they'd already lost the pregnancy; the rare hospital protocol that tested for infection before stitching her cervix shut, and why that test likely gave Evie the time she got; the moment Evie's cord snapped from how fast she arrived, and hearing her cry when no one expected to; and the brochures the hospital hands parents at each gestational week showing the odds, and why Emma tore hers up the moment they turned 23 weeks.
Emma is telling this story with a kind of clarity and honesty I don't think I could manage in her place, and I'm so grateful she trusted me with it.
We're picking this up next week in part two - Evie's 118 days, and the family who never stopped showing up for her.
If this resonates and you know someone who's walked something like this road, this might be worth sending them - gently, and with care.
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