Josephine I didn’t expect the results of the millions of tests they ran on me to come back so quickly. They poked, prodded, scanned, questioned, and siphoned off what felt like half the blood in my body — and I barely flinched. I’d been terrified of the psychological evaluation, convinced they’d dig into every dark corner of my brain and find me unfit. But it wasn’t scary at all. Calming, even. All about me, my emotional readiness, and how to navigate bonding with a baby I would never see. Usually, anything involving hospitals takes three to five business years — and with my mom’s situation, I know exactly what I’m talking about. But when my phone buzzed during what felt like the fiftieth rush hour of the day at the diner, I wiped my hands on my apron, opened the email, and nearly dropped my phone into a basket of chips I was clearing. There were a lot of attachments and a wall of text, but I’d become fluent in medical paperwork. I skimmed for the important bits. All clear. Exc
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