Hope Is the Thing With Feathers
Lori Jakiela
March 17, 2023
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When my son Locklin was a month old, he became very sick. He started throwing up and kept throwing up and ended up in the hospital.
The hospital ID band on my son’s wrist fit on my ring finger. I could cradle my son’s whole body in my hands.
The oxygen meter clamped to his finger was the size of a paper clip. It glowed red and blue, the colors of emergency, like tiny police lights flashing against bleached hospital sheets.
