Sophie barely had a pulse.
When I looked at her tiny face, my breath caught.
She had brown curls like Lucy!
Sophie barely had a pulse.
For one terrible second, I saw my granddaughter lying there.
Paul noticed my expression.
“Robert?”
I forced myself to focus.
“I’m ready. Let’s help her.”
Sophie’s injuries were serious, and she needed emergency surgery.
Our team moved quickly.
“Let’s help her.”
Her blood pressure kept dropping, and we faced one complication after another.
At one point, I stepped aside while another surgeon continued working, giving myself a moment to drink water and refocus.
We kept going.
From Sophie’s arrival until the last urgent procedure was done, 13 hours had passed.
I stepped aside.
By the end, my hands shook from exhaustion.
But Sophie survived.
She remained in critical condition, although we’d managed to stabilize her.
