"Making a big deal out of a small problem. Medicine is so advanced now, what could possibly happen?"
"Isla is just having a baby. You come back and do the dishes, buy some grapes too on your way, don't keep Ronan waiting!"
With that, she hung up the phone.
I lay on the operating table, listening to my husband's suppressed sobs, my heart felt like it had been drenched in ice-cold water.
Thankfully, the surgery was smooth and uneventful, with both mother and child safe and sound.
Seeing me wake up, Caleb hugged me tightly and cried.
He told me that the baby had been placed in an incubator because he was premature. He showed me a photo of the baby he had posted on his Instagram feed, with the caption: [Mother and child are safe and sound. Thank God for your blessing. I will do everything in my power to protect my two precious family for the rest of my life.]
I held my phone, looking at it again and again with great fondness.
Below were countless blessings from my husband's colleagues and students.
I was scrolling through my Instagram feed, feeling grateful and blessful, but then I saw my mother's post.