We Were the Parents of the Sickest Baby in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit

Part one of a three-part saga about our youngest son.

Photo by Hush Naidoo Jade Photography on Unsplash

My phone rang in my pocket. The vibration startled me because I was walking the bus line of the elementary school where I was the principal.

The day was June 7th, 2011. It was unbearably hot and humid, and I was ready for…

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I am a southern writer and teacher living in the midwest. I focus on education, poetry, and fiction. I am an award-winning playwright. estaciousw1914@yahoo.com

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Estacious(Charles White)

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I am a southern writer and teacher living in the midwest. I focus on education, poetry, and fiction. I am an award-winning playwright. estaciousw1914@yahoo.com

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