At the NICU, it was a round-the-clock vigil with Tony and me taking shifts as we watched Thomas fight for his life.
Machines were everywhere, and the monitors beeped constantly. The antibiotics went through IV, and his nutrition through tubes, just about everything modern science could provide.
He was so impossibly tiny and heartbreakingly fragile, but we were glad to see him breathing and fighting for his life.
"Come on, baby boy. You're a Marvin and a fighter. Keep fighting. Please keep fighting."
Dr. Mèng checked his monitors, sounding compassionate. "The next 48 hours are critical. His infection is severe, but we're throwing everything medical science has at it."
I was still recovering from the emergency C-section myself. There were complications, and I felt constant pain, and I was still pumping my breast milk religiously every three hours without fail, so Thomas could have milk when he's finally strong enough to feed.
