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HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 98
THE NEWS THAT CHANGES PLANSDay ten, Chance was feeding well, Growing, Gaining weight. Twelve ounces heavier than birth. Still tiny, five pounds fourteen ounces, but growing. Thriving. Proving that, that he could do this. Could be a baby. Could, could live."We're thinking about discharge," Dr. Chen said during rounds. Casually. Like he wasn't, wasn't saying the most important words I'd heard since "he's alive.""Discharge? Home? We can take him home?""Not yet. But soon. If he continues improving. If he maintains his weight gain. If he shows us he can, can handle being a regular baby. Then yes. In a week. Maybe two. You could take him home."Home. Chance coming home. Our son in our house instead of the hospital. In his nursery instead of the NICU. With us instead of, instead of nurses and monitors and medical equipment. Home. Actually home."But his heart," I said. "The shunt. It's temporary. He'll need the full repair eventually. How can we, how can we take him home when he's not fu
HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 97
THE MOMENT EVERYTHING SHIFTSDay seven. One week old. Chance was off oxygen completely. Breathing room air. Heart functioning well enough with the shunt. Stable. Actually, genuinely stable. Not crisis-to-crisis stable. But, but real stable. Improving stable. Moving-forward stable."We're going to try feeding," the nurse said. "Just a few milliliters. See if he can tolerate it. See if his body can handle, handle being a regular baby. Not just a surgery patient. An actual baby who needs milk."Feeding. Such a normal thing. Such a basic thing all babies did. But for Chance, for Chance it was huge. Monumental. Proof that he was, was transitioning. From crisis to recovery. From survival to, to living. From patient to baby.They gave him five milliliters. Through a feeding tube. Through his nose. Not nursing yet. Not bottle yet. Just nutrition. Just proving his stomach worked. His intestines worked. His body could handle, could handle more than just breathing. More than just existing. Could
HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 96
THE COMPLICATION THEY DIDN'T EXPECTDay four. Chance was supposed to be extubated. Supposed to breathe on his own. Supposed to be, supposed to be progressing. Moving forward. Getting better.Instead, his oxygen saturations dropped at three AM.We got the call in our hospital room. The NICU night nurse. Voice calm but urgent. "Chance's saturations are dropping. We're increasing oxygen support. Dr. Chen is on his way. You should come. Now."We ran. Down hallways. Through doors. Into the NICU where Chance's isolette was surrounded by people. Nurses. Residents. Respiratory therapists. Everyone working. Everyone focused. Everyone trying to figure out, figure out why our son suddenly couldn't breathe well enough. Why his oxygen levels were dropping. Why, why everything was going wrong after surgery had gone right."What's happening?" I asked. Demanded. Terrified. "He was fine last night. He was stable. What's happening?"Dr. Chen appeared. Scrubs on. Hair disheveled. Obviously pulled from s
HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 95
THE RECOVERY THAT TESTS THEMThe first week after surgery was harder than surgery itself.Chance struggled. Struggled to breathe without ventilator. Struggled to maintain stable blood pressure. Struggled to, to recover from what they'd done to save him. To heal from trauma. To, to be okay despite everything."This is normal," the PICU doctors kept saying. "Post-surgical complications. Expected. Manageable. He's, he's doing well considering. Considering how small he is. How early. How, how risky surgery was. He's doing well."But it didn't feel like doing well. Felt like, like barely surviving. Like hanging on by threads. Like, like every day we weren't sure if he'd make it through. If complications would arise. If, if infection would set in. If his heart would fail despite repair. If, if everything they'd done would be undone by recovery. By his body rejecting intervention. By, by anything and everything that could go wrong.I lived at the hospital. Slept in a chair next to his bed. H
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THE WAIT THAT BREAKS THEMHour one: We sat. Didn't talk. Didn't move. Just, just sat. Holding hands. Breathing. Existing. Waiting for updates that wouldn't come for hours yet.Hour two: I started crying. Couldn't help it. Just, just cried. Silently. Tears streaming. Body shaking. Grieving something that might not even happen. Grieving the possibility. The chance that, that he wouldn't make it. That surgery wouldn't work. That, that we'd lose him.Dominic held me. Didn't tell me to stop. Didn't try to fix it. Just, just held me while I cried. While I, while I let out all the fear I'd been holding for weeks. Months. Since we found out about his heart. All of it. Pouring out. Finally. Completely.Hour three: A nurse came with an update. "Surgery is progressing. They've opened his chest. They're assessing the heart. Everything looks, complicated but manageable. Dr. Chen will update you when there's more to report."Complicated but manageable. What did that mean? Was he okay? Was he dying?
HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 93
THE MORNING OF SURGERYThey came for him at six AM.Nurses. Surgical team. People who'd wheel him away. Take him from me. Take him to—to operating rooms and surgeons and uncertainty."Do you want to walk with him?" Amy asked. "To the surgical floor? Some parents find it—find it helps. Being with them as long as possible. Right up until—until they have to let go.""Yes. I want—I want to stay with him. As long as I can. Until—until I have to give him up."Dominic was already there. Had stayed overnight. Both of us refusing to leave. Refusing to waste—to waste these last hours sleeping. These last hours when Chance was still ours. Still safe. Still—still not yet in danger beyond the danger he was already in.They unhooked monitors. Transferred him to a transport isolette. So many wires. So many tubes. So much—so much medical intervention keeping him alive. Keeping him—keeping him breathing. Fighting. Existing.And we walked. Down corridors. Past rooms. Past other families dealing with th
HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 66 - BOOK 5
BOOK FIVE:- What We Carry ForwardTHE QUESTION SHE WASN'T READY FORRose found the articles on a Tuesday afternoon.I was in my home office, reviewing contracts for a wedding in the Hamptons, when she walked in holding her tablet. Face serious. Eyes too knowing for an eleven-year-old."Mama, who's
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THE LIFE THEY CHOOSEOne year later, we moved.Not far. Just out of the town. To a house in Westchester. With a yard. Space. Room for the girls to play without constant security. Without fear."Are you sure?" Dominic asked when I first suggested it. "The city is, it's home.""It was home. But I thi
HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 64
THE CHOICE BETWEEN SAFETY AND TRUTHThe DA offered us a deal."Daniel Morrison wants to cooperate," the prosecutor said. "He'll testify about the entire plot. Who helped. Who funded it. Where the documents came from. Everything. In exchange for reduced charges.""How reduced?" I asked."Five years
HE SOLD MY HEART AT AUCTION CHAPTER 63
THE INVESTIGATOR'S DISCOVERYRachel Torres, our investigator, called two days after the brick incident."I found something," she said. "Something big. Can you come to my office?"We went immediately. Left the girls with Eleanor. Brought our lawyer. Prepared for, we didn't know what.Rachel spread f
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