That's how I felt the day my son was born. Days seemed to pass before the doctor came out and said my wife was fine, but the baby might not make it. My new son, Nicholas, was going to be sent to Children's Hospital, and I went along. I kept wondering if my son would live and how my wife must be feeling, all alone at the other hospital. The doctor at Children's said that Nicholas had suffered oxygen deprivation and was having seizures.
Kids are tough.
I didn't want to leave for fear he would die without family by his side. So I waited. And every day, as I waited, the medications started to wear off. Finally, Nick started to wiggle. During those long days, Nick became a passion.