I covered my mouth.
“Is he going to be okay?”
“He’s still critically ill, and I don’t want to give you false certainty.”
I nodded through tears.
“But he’s alive?”
“Yes.”
I clung to that single word.
It was the only thing in the world that mattered.
Dr.
Rivera explained that the team was treating Leo’s severe infection and closely monitoring his circulation, lungs, kidneys, and other organs.
The next several days would be crucial.
There could be setbacks.
There could be complications.
But for the moment, he was stable enough for us to return to his bedside.
I thanked the doctor, although gratitude seemed far too small for what I felt.
Inside the room, Leo lay beneath his blanket while the ventilator continued its steady work.
His little hand was warm when I touched it.
I bent close to his ear.
“You scared Mommy, sweetheart.”
