My whole body went cold.<\/p>\n
The mother. That meant me.<\/p>\n
I looked up at Ramon, the paramedic who had just delivered my baby on the floor of the rear galley. He was holding her in a pile of airline blankets, watching her chest go up and down, up and down,<\/p>\n
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much too fast.<\/p>\n
I grabbed his sleeve.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with her?\u201d I whispered. \u201cIs there something wrong with her that you didn\u2019t tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
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He didn\u2019t answer right away.<\/p>\n
And in that one second of silence, I was sure. I was absolutely sure that something terrible had happened to my daughter, and everyone on that plane knew it except me.<\/p>\n
Five days earlier, my father collapsed while watering his tomatoes.<\/p>\n
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He was seventy-one years old. He\u2019d been growing tomatoes in the same backyard in Mesa, Arizona, for forty years. Big, ugly heirloom ones, purple and yellow and striped. He talked to them. He named the best plants after baseball players. He claimed that was why they grew so well.<\/p>\n
My sister, Rachel, found him lying in the dirt between the rows, with the hose still running.<\/p>\n
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She called me from the ambulance.<\/p>\n
I was at home in Chicago, standing in our half-finished nursery, holding a can of paint. Pale green. I\u2019d been trying to decide if it was too green.<\/p>\n
\u201cHannah,\u201d Rachel said. Her voice was very thin. \u201cIt\u2019s Dad. It\u2019s his heart. You need to come.\u201d<\/p>\n
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My husband, Daniel, booked us on the first flight out the next morning.<\/p>\n
I was thirty-four weeks pregnant. Our first baby. A girl. Up until then, the pregnancy had been boring, in the best way. No problems. No scares. My doctor, Dr. Abrams, had laughed at my last appointment and said, \u201cHonestly, Hannah, you\u2019re the most uneventful patient I\u2019ve had all year.\u201d<\/p>\n
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I called her from the car on the way to the airport.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it safe to fly?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour last checkup was perfect,\u201d she said. \u201cThirty-four weeks is fine for domestic flights. Drink water. Walk the aisle every hour. Go be with your dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
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So we went.<\/p>\n
Dad was unconscious when we got to the hospital.<\/p>\n
He was lying in a bed in the cardiac ICU with tubes in his nose and wires taped to his chest. A machine next to him beeped in a slow, steady rhythm. He looked so small. My father had never looked small in his whole life. He was a big, loud man who worked thirty-five years for the water<\/p>\n
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department and could still carry a bag of potting soil under each arm.<\/p>\n
Rachel was sitting in the chair next to him. She stood up when we came in and hugged me so hard it hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey don\u2019t know,\u201d she said into my shoulder. \u201cThey keep saying they don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
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The cardiologist came in a little while later. A tall woman with gray braids and kind, tired eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe had a significant heart attack,\u201d she said. \u201cWe\u2019ve put in a stent, and the blood flow is better. But he was without oxygen for a while before your sister found him. We need him to wake up on his own. I can\u2019t promise you that he will. I wish I could.<\/p>\n
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For two days, I sat beside his bed.<\/p>\n
Rachel and I took shifts. Daniel brought us coffee and sandwiches and made phone calls to people I didn\u2019t have the energy to call. He took care of everything. He\u2019s good at that. He\u2019s an engineer. When<\/p>\n
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the world is falling apart, he makes a list.<\/p>\n
I talked to Dad the whole time. The nurse said it might help. She said people sometimes hear more than you\u2019d think.<\/p>\n
So I told him everything I could think of.<\/p>\n
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I told him about the nursery. About the green paint I couldn\u2019t decide on.<\/p>\n
I told him about the crib.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel put it together last weekend,\u201d I said. \u201cHe wouldn\u2019t let me help. He said he had a system. He read the instructions three times. Three, Dad. And he still put the whole front panel on backward. The<\/p>\n
little bars were facing inward. When he stepped back to admire it, he said, Huh, and then he just stood there for like a full minute.\u201d<\/p>\n
I held Dad\u2019s hand. It was warm and heavy and didn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe had to take the whole thing apart and do it again,\u201d I said. \u201cHe was so mad. You would have<\/p>\n
laughed so hard. You would have laughed until you had to sit down.\u201d<\/p>\n
The machine beeped.<\/p>\n
On the second night, I told him about the name.<\/p>\n
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It was late. Rachel had gone home to shower and sleep. Daniel was asleep in the chair in the corner, with his head tipped back and his mouth open.<\/p>\n
\u201cI picked a name,\u201d I whispered to my father. \u201cFor the baby. I know what I want to call her. I haven\u2019t even told Daniel yet. We keep going back and forth, and every time we make a list, we don\u2019t agree on<\/p>\n
anything. But I know. I\u2019ve known for weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n
I squeezed his hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I\u2019m not telling you until you wake up,\u201d I said. \u201cSo you\u2019d better wake up. Because you\u2019re going to want to hear this one.\u201d<\/p>\n
On the third morning, his eyes opened.<\/p>\n
I was half asleep in the chair with my head on the edge of his bed. Something moved under my cheek. His fingers.<\/p>\n
I sat up so fast I knocked over a cup of water.<\/p>\n
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He was looking at me. His eyes were blurry and red. But he was looking right at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened his mouth. It took him a few tries. His voice was a dry little scratch.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look terrible,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
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I started laughing and crying at the same time.<\/p>\n
\u201cNice to see you, too,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
He managed a smile. A small crooked one, just one corner of his mouth.<\/p>\n
I ran into the hallway and shouted for the nurse.<\/p>\n
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By the next afternoon, he was complaining about the coffee.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt tastes like somebody boiled a sock,\u201d he told the nurse. \u201cA dirty sock. A sock from a gym.\u201d<\/p>\n
The nurse, a young guy named Marcus, laughed. \u201cI\u2019ll tell the kitchen you said so, Mr. Reyes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell them I said they should be ashamed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel sat on the other side of the bed with her arms crossed, shaking her head. But she was smiling. It was the first time I\u2019d seen her smile in four days.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s back,\u201d she said to me. \u201cGod help us all. He\u2019s back.\u201d<\/p>\n
The doctors said he\u2019d need weeks of rest and then cardiac rehab. A new diet. No more lifting forty-<\/p>\n
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pound bags of soil. No more working in the yard in the middle of the afternoon in July.<\/p>\n
Dad listened to all of it with the face of a man who had no intention of following a single rule.<\/p>\n
That evening, he asked Rachel and Daniel to give us a minute.<\/p>\n
When they\u2019d left, he patted the bed beside him. I sat down carefully, because my back hurt and my<\/p>\n
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belly made everything awkward.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019m awake. What\u2019s her name?\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cHannah. You promised.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I\u2019d tell you when you woke up,\u201d I said. \u201cI didn\u2019t say when you woke up the first time. I want to tell you in person, with her here. When you can hold her.\u201d<\/p>\n
He squinted at me.<\/p>\n
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\u201cThat\u2019s cheating.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou taught me how to cheat at Monopoly,\u201d I said. \u201cThis is your fault.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed. Then he winced and put his hand on his chest, and I panicked, and he waved me off.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019m fine. Listen to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
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He took my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cGo home,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGo home, Hannah. I\u2019m going to be fine. Rachel\u2019s here. Your Aunt Lupe\u2019s driving in tomorrow from<\/p>\n
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Tucson. I\u2019ll have more women fussing over me than I know what to do with.\u201d He squeezed my fingers. \u201cYou\u2019ve got somebody else to worry about now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to stay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know you do,\u201d he said. \u201cBut I don\u2019t want you having that baby in Arizona. All your stuff is in Chicago.<\/p>\n
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Your doctor\u2019s in Chicago. Go home.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t say anything.<\/p>\n
\u201cPromise me something,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cPromise me you\u2019ll come back,\u201d he said. \u201cWith my granddaughter. As soon as the doctors say you can. And you\u2019ll put her in my arms in my backyard, next to the tomatoes. And then you\u2019ll tell me her name.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him for a long time.<\/p>\n
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\u201cI promise,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
That night, in the hotel, I couldn\u2019t sleep.<\/p>\n
My lower back had been aching all day. A dull, heavy ache, low down, right where my spine met my hips. I\u2019d felt it starting in the morning, when I was sitting by Dad\u2019s bed.<\/p>\n
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I blamed the hospital chairs. Those chairs are terrible. Hard plastic seats and wooden arms, designed by someone who has never had to sit in one for fourteen hours straight.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d barely slept in three nights. My legs were swollen from standing beside his bed. My feet hurt. Everything hurt.<\/p>\n
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It was easy to explain away one more thing.<\/p>\n
Daniel didn\u2019t like the idea of flying home so soon.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe could stay another couple of days,\u201d he said in the morning, while I was packing. \u201cJust until you\u2019re rested. Your back\u2019s been bothering you.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cMy back\u2019s been bothering me since week twenty,\u201d I said. \u201cThat\u2019s what backs do when you\u2019re carrying a bowling ball in front of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHannah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDr. Abrams said it was fine. Dad wants us to go. I want to go home. I want to sleep in my own bed.\u201d I<\/p>\n
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zipped up the suitcase. \u201cI want to finish painting the nursery.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me for a long moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d he said. \u201cBut I\u2019m carrying everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were always going to carry everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
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At the airport in Phoenix, he hovered.<\/p>\n
He carried both bags. He carried my purse. He tried to carry my water bottle. He walked so close behind me that he kept stepping on the back of my shoes.<\/p>\n
At the security line, he looked around.<\/p>\n
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\u201cWant me to find a wheelchair?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m pregnant,\u201d I said. \u201cNot made of glass.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019m still allowed to worry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned around and kissed him on the cheek. He smelled like the hotel soap.<\/p>\n
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\u201cWorry quieter,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
We boarded behind a man in a navy suit.<\/p>\n
He was maybe sixty. Tall, with silver hair combed straight back, and an expensive watch, and the kind of shoes that click on the floor. He was talking on his phone. Loudly. Sharply. The way people talk when they don\u2019t care who hears.<\/p>\n
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\u201cI said I\u2019d be there,\u201d he said into the phone. \u201cI said I\u2019d be there. Stop changing things without asking me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman beside him was about his age. She had short gray hair and a soft cardigan and a garment bag over her arm. She touched his elbow. She looked uncomfortable. Embarrassed.<\/p>\n
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\u201cPlease stop,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
He ignored her.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. No. That\u2019s not what we agreed on. I\u2019m not going to argue about this on the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman took out her own phone and started typing something. She typed fast, with her thumbs,<\/p>\n
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looking down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll make it,\u201d she said to him quietly. \u201cWe\u2019ll make it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Finally, he hung up. He didn\u2019t say goodbye to whoever was on the other end. He just jabbed the screen with his thumb and shoved the phone into his jacket pocket.<\/p>\n
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He looked annoyed. Like the whole world was standing in his way.<\/p>\n
I forgot about him as soon as we found our seats.<\/p>\n
We were in row twenty-three. I had the aisle, so I could get up to use the bathroom. Daniel had the middle. The window seat was empty.<\/p>\n
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Across the aisle sat an older woman. She was probably seventy-five. White hair in a braid. A purple sweater with little embroidered birds on it. A paperback mystery in her lap and a tin of mints.<\/p>\n
She looked over at me while I was trying to buckle my seatbelt around my stomach.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeppermint?\u201d she said, holding out the tin. \u201cIt helps with the ears on the way down.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cThank you,\u201d I said, and took one.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m Teresa,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cHannah. And this is Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at my belly. \u201cIs this your first?\u201d<\/p>\n
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I nodded.<\/p>\n
She smiled at Daniel. A big, slow, knowing smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you,\u201d she said to him, \u201care about to discover a whole new kind of tired.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel laughed. \u201cI\u2019ve heard.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cYou\u2019ve heard,\u201d Teresa said, shaking her head. \u201cOh, honey. Hearing isn\u2019t the same thing at all.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first hour, everything was normal.<\/p>\n
I watched half of a cooking show on the little screen in the seat in front of me. Something about a man trying to make a wedding cake in a kitchen that kept catching on fire. I ate the cheese crackers<\/p>\n
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Daniel had bought at the airport. I drank my water, like Dr. Abrams said.<\/p>\n
I texted Rachel. How\u2019s he doing?<\/p>\n
A few minutes later, she sent back a picture.<\/p>\n
It was Dad in his hospital bed. He was holding up a paper coffee cup with both hands, looking straight into the camera with the most disgusted face I\u2019ve ever seen. Like someone had handed him a cup of<\/p>\n
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mud.<\/p>\n
Underneath, Rachel had typed:<\/p>\n
HE\u2019S ALREADY COMPLAINING ABOUT THE PORTIONS.<\/p>\n
I laughed out loud. Teresa looked over and smiled.<\/p>\n
Then a sharp pain went across my lower back.<\/p>\n
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It wasn\u2019t like the ache from before. It was different. It started in the middle of my spine and wrapped around both sides, like somebody had put a belt around me and was pulling it tight.<\/p>\n
I sucked in my breath.<\/p>\n
I shifted sideways in the seat. I put my hand on my lower back and pressed.<\/p>\n
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After a few seconds, it let go.<\/p>\n
I sat there and waited. Nothing happened. I let out my breath.<\/p>\n
Hospital chairs, I told myself. Three nights in hospital chairs. Two hours on a plane.<\/p>\n
A few minutes later, it happened again.<\/p>\n
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\u201cAre you okay?\u201d Daniel asked.<\/p>\n
He\u2019d been reading something on his tablet. Now he was looking at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably,\u201d I said. \u201cShe\u2019s been kicking all morning. I think she\u2019s sitting on a nerve or something.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me a little longer. Then he went back to his tablet.<\/p>\n
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But the next pain made me grab the armrest so hard my knuckles went white.<\/p>\n
I looked at the clock on my phone.<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
Seven minutes later, it came again.<\/p>\n
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Then five minutes after that.<\/p>\n
I told myself I was counting wrong.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d read all the books. I\u2019d taken the childbirth class at the hospital in Chicago, the one on Tuesday nights, where we all sat on yoga balls and practiced breathing and watched a video that made Daniel<\/p>\n
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go pale. I knew what contractions were. I knew what it meant when they started coming closer together.<\/p>\n
But knowing it in a classroom on a yoga ball was completely different from feeling it up here. Thirty-five thousand feet up. In seat 23C. With a peppermint in my mouth.<\/p>\n
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It couldn\u2019t be that. It just couldn\u2019t. I had six more weeks.<\/p>\n
Braxton Hicks, I told myself. False labor. Your body practicing. It happens all the time. They talked about it in class.<\/p>\n
I got up to go to the bathroom.<\/p>\n
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Daniel started to get up too.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m just going to the bathroom,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019ll be right back.\u201d<\/p>\n
The bathroom was at the back of the plane. Six rows. I made it to the door and got inside and locked it.<\/p>\n
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And then another wave hit, and I bent over the tiny metal sink with both hands on the edges and my forehead almost touching the mirror. I couldn\u2019t breathe. I couldn\u2019t think. I just held on.<\/p>\n
When it finally passed, I looked up at myself in the mirror.<\/p>\n
My face was gray. There was sweat at my hairline.<\/p>\n
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I splashed some water on my face. I dried it with a paper towel.<\/p>\n
On my way back to my seat, another one came. Halfway down the aisle. I had to stop and hold on to the top of an empty seat, bent over, with my eyes squeezed shut, until it let go.<\/p>\n
A man in a window seat looked up from his laptop and stared at me.<\/p>\n
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When I got back to row twenty-three, Daniel saw my face.<\/p>\n
He put his tablet down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I need some water,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
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\u201cHannah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI just need some water.\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t argue. He reached up and pressed the call button.<\/p>\n
A flight attendant came down the aisle. She was in her forties, with dark hair pulled into a tight bun<\/p>\n
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and very calm eyes. Her name tag said OLIVIA.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat can I get you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy wife isn\u2019t feeling well,\u201d Daniel said.<\/p>\n
Olivia looked at me. Then she crouched down in the aisle beside my seat so she was at eye level with<\/p>\n
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me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you feeling faint?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cJust cramping.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow far along are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cThirty-four weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n
I watched her face change. It was a small change. Just a little tightening around her eyes. But I saw it.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you tell me how far apart the pains are?\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
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Before I could answer, another one hit.<\/p>\n
I grabbed Daniel\u2019s hand. I bent forward as far as my belly would let me. I heard myself make a sound I didn\u2019t recognize.<\/p>\n
And I heard Daniel counting. Quietly. Right next to my ear. One. Two. Three. Four. All the way up to<\/p>\n
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fifty-two, until I could breathe again.<\/p>\n
When it was over, Olivia was still crouched there, watching me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout five minutes,\u201d Daniel told her. \u201cMaybe less.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia nodded. She stood up.<\/p>\n
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\u201cI\u2019m going to ask if there\u2019s a medical professional on board,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
I caught her sleeve.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease,\u201d I said. \u201cPlease don\u2019t scare everyone. I\u2019m sure it\u2019s nothing. I\u2019m sure it\u2019s just\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia looked down at me. Her voice was gentle. But it didn\u2019t leave room for arguing.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy priority is making sure you\u2019re safe,\u201d she said. \u201cAnd your baby. Everyone else can handle being a<\/p>\n
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little scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she walked quickly to the front of the plane.<\/p>\n
A minute later, her voice came over the speakers.<\/p>\n
\u201cLadies and gentlemen, if there is a doctor, nurse, or other medical professional on board, please<\/p>\n
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press your call button or identify yourself to a member of the crew.\u201d<\/p>\n
All around us, heads turned. People looked up from their screens. Somebody stood up a few rows ahead to see what was going on.<\/p>\n
I wanted to disappear into my seat.<\/p>\n
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Teresa reached across the aisle and put her hand on my arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re all right, sweetheart,\u201d she said. \u201cYou\u2019re all right.\u201d<\/p>\n
A man near the back of the plane pressed his call button.<\/p>\n
He came up the aisle a minute later. He was maybe forty, broad-shouldered, with a short beard and<\/p>\n
a gray hoodie and a backpack slung over one shoulder. He knelt down in the aisle beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi,\u201d he said. \u201cMy name\u2019s Ramon. I\u2019m a paramedic. I\u2019m just flying home from a conference. Can I ask you some questions?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
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He asked me when the pain started. Whether it was in my back or my front or both. Whether the baby was still moving. Whether I\u2019d had any fluid, any bleeding. Whether I felt any pressure, low down.<\/p>\n
I answered every question. My voice was shaking.<\/p>\n
When I said yes to the pressure, he went very still for a second.<\/p>\n
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Then he turned and looked up at Olivia.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you contact the medical team on the ground?\u201d he said. \u201cI need to talk to them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia nodded and went to the front.<\/p>\n
I grabbed Ramon\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
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\u201cAm I in labor?\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
He looked at me. He didn\u2019t look away.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think you are,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cNo. I still have six weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have six weeks,\u201d I said again. Like saying it twice would make it true. \u201cThe nursery isn\u2019t finished. I haven\u2019t even finished painting it. Her clothes aren\u2019t washed. You\u2019re supposed to wash all the little clothes first, in the special detergent. And the car seat is still in the box. We haven\u2019t even taken it out<\/p>\n
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of the box. Daniel was going to watch a video on how to install it this weekend.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew I wasn\u2019t making sense. I couldn\u2019t stop.<\/p>\n
Ramon held my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cNone of those things matter right now,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cNot the paint. Not the clothes. Not the car<\/p>\n
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seat. Only you and your baby matter. Okay? That\u2019s it. That\u2019s the whole list.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded. Tears were running down my face.<\/p>\n
Daniel was holding my other hand so tight it hurt.<\/p>\n
A few minutes later, the captain came on.<\/p>\n
His voice was calm and slow, the way pilots always sound.<\/p>\n
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\u201cLadies and gentlemen, this is Captain Hollister. Due to a medical emergency on board, we\u2019ll be diverting to Milwaukee, which is the nearest suitable airport. We expect to begin our descent shortly. Thank you for your patience and cooperation.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a little murmur through the cabin.<\/p>\n
Somebody a few rows back sighed. Loudly. On purpose. So people would hear.<\/p>\n
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Then a man\u2019s voice, behind us.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re almost at our destination. Why can\u2019t we just keep going?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked back over my seat.<\/p>\n
It was the man in the navy suit.<\/p>\n
He was sitting about four rows behind us, on the other side, in an aisle seat. The woman with the<\/p>\n
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short gray hair was next to him. She had her hand on his arm again.<\/p>\n
Olivia had come back down the aisle. She stopped beside his row.<\/p>\n
\u201cSir,\u201d she said. \u201cWe have a medical emergency.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand that,\u201d he said. \u201cI do. But has anyone even asked whether she can wait?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel turned all the way around in his seat.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy wife is in labor,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
The man glanced at me. Just for a second. The way you glance at a car that\u2019s parked badly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd there are hospitals near the airport we were supposed to land at,\u201d he said. \u201cGood ones. Chicago\u2019s forty-five minutes away. It\u2019s not like we\u2019re over the ocean.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cThe crew has made its decision,\u201d Olivia said. \u201cPlease stay seated, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to say something. I wanted to turn around and ask him if he thought I could just decide not to have a baby. If he thought I could hold it in. If he thought this was something I\u2019d planned, to ruin his<\/p>\n
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afternoon.<\/p>\n
But another contraction hit, and I couldn\u2019t say anything at all.<\/p>\n
Teresa turned around in her seat.<\/p>\n
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She looked at the man in the navy suit over the top of her glasses. The way a teacher looks at a kid who\u2019s been talking during a test.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s frightened enough,\u201d Teresa said. Her voice was quiet, but it carried. \u201cWhatever appointment<\/p>\n
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you have, it can wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
The man opened his mouth.<\/p>\n
Olivia raised one hand and pointed, very firmly, at his seat.<\/p>\n
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He closed his mouth.<\/p>\n
He sat back.<\/p>\n
The woman next to him looked down at her lap. Her face was red.<\/p>\n
After that, everything happened fast.<\/p>\n
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Olivia and another flight attendant, a young guy named Kevin, cleared out the space in the rear galley, behind the last row of seats. They pulled out the metal carts and moved them. They put down blankets on the floor, the thin blue airline blankets, a whole stack of them.<\/p>\n
Ramon and Daniel helped me stand up and walk to the back. It was only six rows. It felt like a mile. I<\/p>\n
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had to stop twice and hold on to people\u2019s seats. One woman reached up and held my hand while a contraction went through me, and then she let go without saying anything.<\/p>\n
Kevin pulled a curtain across the galley so the rest of the plane couldn\u2019t see.<\/p>\n
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Ramon helped me lie down on the blankets. Daniel knelt behind me and held my shoulders up, so I wasn\u2019t flat on my back.<\/p>\n
The floor was hard and cold and vibrating with the engines.<\/p>\n
Then Teresa appeared at the edge of the curtain.<\/p>\n
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She\u2019d taken off her purple sweater. The one with the little embroidered birds. She held it out, folded into a square.<\/p>\n
\u201cPut this under her head,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Ramon took it and slid it under my head. It was soft and warm and smelled like peppermint.<\/p>\n
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\u201cThank you,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t thank me,\u201d Teresa said. \u201cJust do good work.\u201d And she went back to her seat.<\/p>\n
Ramon opened a white plastic case that Olivia had brought him. The crew\u2019s emergency medical kit. There was a smaller sealed bag inside it, labeled in red letters: OBSTETRIC.<\/p>\n
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He tore it open and started laying things out on a clean towel. Gloves. Clamps. Scissors. A little blue bulb syringe. More towels. A tiny knit cap.<\/p>\n
That tiny knit cap was what scared me the most. It was so small.<\/p>\n
Through the curtain, I could hear Olivia on the cabin telephone, the one on the wall by the galley. She<\/p>\n
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was talking fast and low. I couldn\u2019t hear most of it.<\/p>\n
But I heard two words very clearly.<\/p>\n
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\u201cPriority exit.\u201d<\/p>\n
I assumed she meant us. Me and Daniel. Getting off the plane first, when we landed.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d find out later that she didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
I gripped Daniel\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
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\u201cI don\u2019t want her born here,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot on the floor of a plane. I don\u2019t want her born on the floor of a plane.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know, Hannah. I know.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cWhat if she can\u2019t breathe?\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt his hands on my shoulders go stiff. I looked up at him. All the color had drained out of his face.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t have an answer. For the first time since I\u2019d known him, my husband didn\u2019t have a list.<\/p>\n
Ramon leaned in close.<\/p>\n
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\u201cHannah,\u201d he said. \u201cLook at me. We\u2019re preparing for her. Everything she needs, I\u2019ve got right here. You need to listen to me now. Not the noise. Not the engines. Not the people out there. Just me. Okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
The contractions started coming almost on top of each other. There was barely any space between<\/p>\n
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them. Just enough time to take one breath.<\/p>\n
In between, I kept trying to remember when the ache had started.<\/p>\n
At breakfast, in the hotel? When I was eating that terrible hotel waffle?<\/p>\n
In the car, on the way to the airport?<\/p>\n
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Yesterday, sitting by Dad\u2019s bed?<\/p>\n
Had I been in labor for hours without knowing it? Had I been in labor while I was standing in the security line, telling Daniel I wasn\u2019t made of glass?<\/p>\n
Beyond the curtain, I heard a man\u2019s voice rise.<\/p>\n
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I couldn\u2019t make out the words. Just the tone. Angry. Impatient.<\/p>\n
Then Olivia\u2019s voice, very firm.<\/p>\n
\u201cSir. You need to remain seated.\u201d<\/p>\n
I barely heard her.<\/p>\n
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Nothing I did seemed to bring the ground any closer. We were still up there. Still flying. I could feel it in the floor. In the hum of the engines under my back.<\/p>\n
And then the pain changed.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t pain anymore. It was pressure. Enormous, heavy pressure, low down, like my whole body<\/p>\n
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was being pushed in one direction.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t stop myself.<\/p>\n
I started pushing.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s too early,\u201d I cried. \u201cShe\u2019s too early. She\u2019s too early.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cI know,\u201d Ramon said. \u201cBut she\u2019s coming now. She\u2019s decided. We\u2019re going to help her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel pressed his forehead against mine. From behind, upside down. I could feel his breath on my face. It was shaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not doing this alone,\u201d he said. \u201cYou hear me? You\u2019re not alone. I\u2019m right here.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Our daughter was born at 2:47 in the afternoon, Central Time.<\/p>\n
We were still at cruising altitude. Roughly thirty-five thousand feet above the ground. Somewhere over Wisconsin.<\/p>\n
For a terrible moment, there was no cry.<\/p>\n
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I couldn\u2019t see her. Ramon had her. He was bent over her with his back to me, doing something with his hands. Fast. Very fast.<\/p>\n
I heard him talking. Low. Steady. I couldn\u2019t hear the words.<\/p>\n
I heard the hum of the engines.<\/p>\n
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I heard Daniel breathing, right next to my ear. Short, fast breaths.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t hear my baby.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease,\u201d I whispered. \u201cPlease. Please. Please.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody answered me.<\/p>\n
The seconds went on and on. I don\u2019t know how many. Five. Ten. It felt like an hour.<\/p>\n
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\u201cPlease,\u201d I said again.<\/p>\n
Then came a thin, furious wail.<\/p>\n
High and scratchy and outraged. Like a kitten that had been stepped on. Like she was absolutely furious about the whole thing and wanted everyone to know.<\/p>\n
It was the most beautiful sound I\u2019ve ever heard in my life.<\/p>\n
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\u201cShe\u2019s breathing,\u201d Ramon said. \u201cShe\u2019s breathing. Good girl. That\u2019s it. Yell at me. Go ahead.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel let out a broken sound. A laugh and a sob at the same time.<\/p>\n
I burst into tears.<\/p>\n
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On the other side of the curtain, somebody started clapping. Then somebody else. Then I heard what sounded like the whole back half of the plane clapping, and someone whistled, and Teresa\u2019s voice said, \u201cOh, thank God. Thank God.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ramon worked fast.<\/p>\n
He clamped the cord with two plastic clips from the kit and cut it between them with a pair of<\/p>\n
scissors. He dried her off with a towel. He used the little blue bulb to clear her nose and mouth. He bundled her up in two clean blankets and pulled the tiny knit cap over her head.<\/p>\n
Then he held her on his knees and watched her. Her color. Her breathing. He put two fingers on her chest.<\/p>\n
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He checked me, too, for bleeding, while Olivia stood at the edge of the curtain with the phone, repeating everything he said to the crew up front.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s small,\u201d Ramon said. \u201cI\u2019d guess maybe four and a half pounds. She needs to get to a hospital as soon as possible. Her breathing\u2019s fast. But she\u2019s pinking up. She\u2019s responding. She\u2019s moving<\/p>\n
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everything.\u201d He looked at me. \u201cShe\u2019s a fighter, Hannah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I touch her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. Gently.\u201d<\/p>\n
He took my hand and guided one finger to her cheek.<\/p>\n
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She was warm. Impossibly warm. And so tiny. Her whole face was smaller than my palm. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her mouth was open and still yelling, a little quieter now.<\/p>\n
I stroked her cheek with one finger.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, Nora,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
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Daniel went very still behind me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou picked Nora?\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I looked up at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was going to tell you,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cI wanted to tell Dad first,\u201d I said. \u201cI promised him. And then I was going to tell you. I swear. I just\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me we\u2019d decide together,\u201d Daniel said.<\/p>\n
We had a list. On our refrigerator in Chicago. Two columns. His names and my names. Every time one of us added a name, the other one crossed it out. He\u2019d crossed out Nora twice. He said it sounded like a grandmother.<\/p>\n
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I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre we really doing this now?\u201d I said. \u201cRight now? On the floor of an airplane?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked down at her. At her tiny face under the knit cap. At her mouth, open and furious.<\/p>\n
He shook his head. He was smiling through his tears.<\/p>\n
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\u201cNo,\u201d he said. \u201cNo. Nora\u2019s perfect.\u201d<\/p>\n
The plane finally began to descend. I felt it in my stomach, that little drop. The engines changed their sound.<\/p>\n
Ramon kept Nora on his knees, wrapped up, close to his body to keep her warm. He watched her the<\/p>\n
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whole time.<\/p>\n
Her breathing scared me. It was so quick. Little fast breaths, like she\u2019d been running. Her chest went up and down, up and down, too fast to count.<\/p>\n
Every few seconds, I asked him.<\/p>\n
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\u201cIs she okay? Is she all right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re watching her closely,\u201d Ramon said. Every single time. Patient. Calm. \u201cHelp is waiting. Just a few more minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then the captain\u2019s voice came over the speakers.<\/p>\n
\u201cLadies and gentlemen. There\u2019s something important the mother needs to know before we open the<\/p>\n
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doors.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach went tight.<\/p>\n
The mother. That meant me.<\/p>\n
I looked at Ramon. His face didn\u2019t change, but he didn\u2019t say anything, either.<\/p>\n
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My mind went straight to the worst place. Something was wrong. Something was wrong with Nora, and the doctors on the ground had told the captain, and the captain was going to tell me now, in front of everyone, over the loudspeaker.<\/p>\n
Her breathing. They must have heard about her breathing. Ramon must have told them something<\/p>\n
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on the phone that he didn\u2019t tell me.<\/p>\n
I grabbed his sleeve.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with her?\u201d I whispered. \u201cIs there something wrong with her that nobody told me?\u201d<\/p>\n
The captain kept talking.<\/p>\n
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\u201cOur ground team has arranged for neonatal responders to board through the front door as soon as we\u2019re parked at the gate,\u201d he said. \u201cThey will need a completely clear aisle, all the way from the front of the aircraft to the rear galley, where the mother and baby are waiting.\u201d<\/p>\n
I let go of Ramon\u2019s sleeve.<\/p>\n
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I started to breathe again.<\/p>\n
That was what I needed to know. That help was coming. That\u2019s all.<\/p>\n
Ramon squeezed my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cSee?\u201d he said softly. \u201cTold you. Help is waiting.\u201d<\/p>\n
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But the captain wasn\u2019t finished.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ve also had a request,\u201d he said, \u201cfor a passenger to disembark before the medical team boards.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat request has been denied,\u201d the captain said. \u201cFor the safety of the mother and child, no one may stand, enter the aisle, or collect luggage until the crew gives the all-clear. Thank you for your<\/p>\n
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cooperation.\u201d<\/p>\n
The speaker clicked off.<\/p>\n
I lay there on the blankets.<\/p>\n
A passenger had asked to get off the plane before the people coming to help my baby could even get on.<\/p>\n
I remembered the man in the navy suit. We\u2019re almost at our destination. Why can\u2019t we keep going?<\/p>\n
And I remembered Olivia on the phone. Priority exit.<\/p>\n
She hadn\u2019t been talking about us. She\u2019d been talking about him. He\u2019d asked to be let off first. And she\u2019d been calling the captain to stop him.<\/p>\n
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Daniel was staring at the curtain. His jaw was tight.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re not going to let him,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I looked down at Nora, on Ramon\u2019s knees, breathing her fast little breaths.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019d better not,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
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The plane touched down.<\/p>\n
I felt the tires hit the runway. A hard bump, then another. The engines roared as the plane slowed down. Something in one of the overhead bins rattled.<\/p>\n
But I didn\u2019t look at anything except Nora\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
After the plane stopped at the gate, there was a moment of complete quiet in the cabin.<\/p>\n
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Then a voice rose. A man\u2019s voice. From somewhere in the middle of the plane.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not asking to hold anybody up,\u201d he said. \u201cI just need to get off first. That\u2019s all. I\u2019ll be out of the way in thirty seconds.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia\u2019s voice answered immediately. Sharp. Clear. Loud enough for the whole plane to hear.<\/p>\n
\u201cSir. Stay in your seat.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Within a few minutes, the front door of the plane opened.<\/p>\n
I heard footsteps coming fast down the aisle. The clear aisle. All the way from the front to the back.<\/p>\n
The curtain opened.<\/p>\n
Three people in navy blue uniforms came into the galley. Two women and a man. They were carrying<\/p>\n
bags and a clear plastic box on wheels with a little padded mattress inside. A transport bassinet. It had its own heater and its own oxygen tank attached to the side.<\/p>\n
One of the women knelt down beside Ramon and started examining Nora. The other one knelt down beside me and started checking me. My blood pressure. My pulse. Asking me questions.<\/p>\n
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Ramon gave them a report. Short. Clear. Times. Numbers. Everything he\u2019d done. The time she was born. The time she started crying. Her breathing rate.<\/p>\n
The woman examining Nora listened and nodded. She put a tiny mask over Nora\u2019s face, connected to a little bag. She stuck a sticker on Nora\u2019s foot that connected to a little monitor.<\/p>\n
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Then she lifted my daughter up and laid her in the transport bassinet. She closed the clear lid.<\/p>\n
I reached for her.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I hold her? Just for a second?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d the responder said. She was already strapping the bassinet in. \u201cI need both hands to keep her safe. She needs to go now. We\u2019re taking her straight to the ambulance. Children\u2019s Hospital is ten minutes away. You\u2019ll be right behind her. I promise you\u2019ll see her in twenty minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
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I put my hand on the clear plastic lid. Nora was right underneath it, in her little knit cap, with the tiny mask over her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d I said. \u201cOkay. Go. Go.\u201d<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when the curtain at the edge of the galley moved.<\/p>\n
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The man in the navy suit was standing in the aisle.<\/p>\n
He had his phone in his hand. His jacket was on. His bag was over his shoulder. He\u2019d gotten up anyway.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo we\u2019re all just waiting?\u201d he said. \u201cThe baby\u2019s here. She\u2019s crying. She\u2019s fine. Can the rest of us go<\/p>\n
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now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia stepped between him and the responders.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease sit down, sir,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been sitting down for an hour.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Ramon looked up at him from where he was still kneeling on the floor next to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t judge a premature baby\u2019s condition by looking at her,\u201d Ramon said. His voice was very quiet. \u201cShe\u2019s five and a half weeks early. She\u2019s breathing too fast. She needs oxygen. She might need a lot more than that. We don\u2019t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
The man rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook, I\u2019m glad she\u2019s okay,\u201d he said. \u201cReally. I am. But I had somewhere important to be.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pushed myself up on one elbow.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know if she\u2019s okay,\u201d I told him.<\/p>\n
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My voice was hoarse. I\u2019d been screaming for half an hour.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know,\u201d I said. \u201cPlease. Please just let them take her.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at me.<\/p>\n
He stared at me like he\u2019d forgotten I could hear him. Like I\u2019d been a problem on the plane, an<\/p>\n
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inconvenience, and he\u2019d forgotten that the problem was a person lying on the floor in a pile of airline blankets, bleeding, with her baby in a plastic box.<\/p>\n
The woman who\u2019d boarded with him appeared behind him in the aisle. She touched his sleeve.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease,\u201d she whispered. \u201cPlease, Richard.\u201d<\/p>\n
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He looked at her.<\/p>\n
Then, slowly, he stepped back into the nearest empty row.<\/p>\n
The responders lifted the bassinet and wheeled Nora past him, down the long clear aisle, toward the front door.<\/p>\n
Every single passenger stayed in their seat as she went by. Nobody stood up. Nobody reached for a<\/p>\n
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bag. A few people put their hands over their hearts. A little girl in a window seat waved.<\/p>\n
I watched until the bassinet disappeared through the front door.<\/p>\n
Then the man\u2019s phone rang.<\/p>\n
He looked at the screen. He answered it.<\/p>\n
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\u201cEmily,\u201d he said. \u201cSweetheart. I\u2019m trying. I\u2019m trying. We\u2019ve landed somewhere else. We had to divert. There was a woman having a baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
He listened.<\/p>\n
Then he turned sharply toward the woman with the gray hair, who was still standing in the aisle.<\/p>\n
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\u201cMelissa told you what?\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman, Melissa, lowered her eyes. She didn\u2019t say anything.<\/p>\n
I remembered her typing on her phone when we boarded. Typing fast. While he was yelling at somebody. And I remembered the airline Wi-Fi.<\/p>\n
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\u201cNo, Emily,\u201d the man said. \u201cNo. I asked a reasonable question. That\u2019s all. I asked if we could keep going to Chicago. That\u2019s a reasonable question.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour wedding starts in two hours,\u201d he said. \u201cTwo hours, Emily. I can still get there by car if I leave right<\/p>\n
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now. Milwaukee\u2019s not that far. I\u2019ll get a car service. I\u2019m supposed to walk you down the aisle.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
His daughter\u2019s wedding.<\/p>\n
That was it. That was why he couldn\u2019t stand to wait. That was why he\u2019d been so desperate to get off<\/p>\n
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the plane first. That was who he\u2019d been yelling at on the phone when we boarded. I said I\u2019d be there. Stop changing things without asking me.<\/p>\n
His daughter was getting married today. And he was supposed to walk her down the aisle.<\/p>\n
For one second, I almost felt sorry for him.<\/p>\n
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He rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n
He was quiet for a long time, listening.<\/p>\n
Then his whole face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean,\u201d he said slowly, \u201cyou don\u2019t want me there?\u201d<\/p>\n
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The aisle had gone completely silent.<\/p>\n
Everybody nearby was listening. Nobody was even pretending not to.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know I say things I don\u2019t mean when I\u2019m stressed,\u201d he said. His voice was different now. Softer. Almost pleading. \u201cYou know that, Emily. You know how I get.\u201d<\/p>\n
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He listened again.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was years ago,\u201d he said. \u201cThat was years ago, Emily. You\u2019re still bringing that up? Today? Of all days?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother?\u201d he said. \u201cYou want your mother to walk you down the aisle? Instead of me?\u201d<\/p>\n
He swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re really doing this,\u201d he said, \u201cover one mistake?\u201d<\/p>\n
Whatever she said next made him go completely silent.<\/p>\n
He just stood there in the empty row with the phone pressed against his ear. He didn\u2019t say anything else. After a while, he lowered the phone and looked at the screen. The call was over.<\/p>\n
He suddenly looked much older. Like the silver hair and the expensive suit had been holding him up, and now they weren\u2019t anymore.<\/p>\n
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Melissa stood beside him in the aisle. She didn\u2019t touch his arm this time. She just waited.<\/p>\n
A few minutes later, two more responders came and helped me onto a stretcher. They strapped me in and lifted me up and started wheeling me down the aisle toward the front of the plane.<\/p>\n
Daniel walked behind me, carrying both our bags and my purse and Teresa\u2019s purple sweater, which<\/p>\n
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he\u2019d forgotten to give back.<\/p>\n
As they wheeled me past the man\u2019s row, he looked up at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d he said. \u201cI wasn\u2019t thinking.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to tell him how scared I\u2019d been.<\/p>\n
I wanted to tell him about those seconds when there was no cry. When I lay on the floor of that plane<\/p>\n
and begged please, please, please, and nobody answered me. When I thought my daughter had been born dead at thirty-five thousand feet because I\u2019d blamed a backache on a hospital chair.<\/p>\n
I wanted to tell him that while he was asking if the plane could keep going, I\u2019d been wondering if my baby would ever breathe.<\/p>\n
But I didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
I just looked toward the front door, where Nora had disappeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wasn\u2019t thinking about your schedule either,\u201d I said quietly. \u201cShe was just a baby who needed help.\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t say anything.<\/p>\n
They wheeled me off the plane.<\/p>\n
As we went past the front row, Teresa reached out and touched my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cGo see your girl,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour sweater,\u201d I said. \u201cDaniel has your sweater.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep it,\u201d she said. \u201cWrap her in it someday and tell her about the crazy old lady on the plane.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia was waiting at the front door. She\u2019d been there the whole time, standing between the cockpit and the cabin like a guard.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you,\u201d I said as they wheeled me past. \u201cThank you for not letting him off.\u201d<\/p>\n
Olivia\u2019s calm face cracked, just a little.<\/p>\n
\u201cIn twenty-two years,\u201d she said, \u201cthat\u2019s the first baby I\u2019ve ever seen born on one of my flights. Nobody was getting in her way.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Nora spent nine days in the neonatal intensive care unit at Children\u2019s Hospital in Milwaukee.<\/p>\n
She weighed four pounds, nine ounces. Ramon had guessed almost exactly right.<\/p>\n
For the first three days, she needed breathing support. A little tube with two prongs that went into her nose and blew air into her lungs, to help them stay open. Her lungs weren\u2019t quite ready yet. Five<\/p>\n
and a half weeks wasn\u2019t much, the doctors said. But it was enough to matter.<\/p>\n
When I first got to the NICU, wheeled up from the maternity floor in a wheelchair, a nurse named Bea met us at the door. She was in her sixties, with reading glasses on a beaded chain and a cardigan covered in cartoon ducks.<\/p>\n
Before she let me touch anything, she explained every single tube and wire and monitor.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis one\u2019s her heart,\u201d she said, pointing to a green line on a screen. \u201cThis one\u2019s her oxygen. This one\u2019s how fast she\u2019s breathing. This one\u2019s the nasal cannula, which helps her lungs. And this little guy on her foot is the sensor that tells us all of that.\u201d<\/p>\n
She showed me where I could put my hand. She showed me how to slide my fingers through the round hole in the side of the incubator and touch Nora\u2019s back.<\/p>\n
I was grateful for every single calm word. Every single one.<\/p>\n
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But I couldn\u2019t stop staring at Nora\u2019s chest. Waiting for the next rise. And the next one. And the next one.<\/p>\n
Every time a monitor alarm went off, my heart stopped.<\/p>\n
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They went off a lot. A soft little bing-bing-bing. Sometimes it was Nora\u2019s monitor. Sometimes it was another baby\u2019s. Sometimes it was just a sensor that had slipped off her foot.<\/p>\n
Every time, I\u2019d sit straight up in the chair and stop breathing and stare at the screen.<\/p>\n
Every time, Bea would come over, look at the numbers, adjust a wire, and say, \u201cShe\u2019s fine, honey. She just kicked her sock off. She\u2019s a kicker.\u201d<\/p>\n
On the fourth day, I finally held her.<\/p>\n
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They took her out of the incubator, with all her wires, and laid her on my bare chest, under a warm<\/p>\n
blanket, skin to skin. She was so light. Lighter than a bag of sugar. She curled up into a ball and put her little fist against my collarbone and went to sleep.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t move for three hours.<\/p>\n
Daniel sat beside us the whole time, with his hand on my back. He didn\u2019t make a single list.<\/p>\n
Dad called every morning.<\/p>\n
Every single morning, at exactly eight o\u2019clock, Milwaukee time. Rachel held the phone up to his ear in the cardiac rehab ward in Mesa.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow\u2019s my girl?\u201d he\u2019d say.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe gained an ounce.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAn ounce! That\u2019s huge. That\u2019s practically a whole tomato.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe opened her eyes this morning for almost five minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cShe\u2019s looking around. She\u2019s checking everything out. Smart girl.\u201d<\/p>\n
On the second morning, I finally told him her name.<\/p>\n
I hadn\u2019t wanted to do it on the phone. I\u2019d wanted to do it in his backyard. I\u2019d promised. But I couldn\u2019t wait anymore.<\/p>\n
\u201cHer name\u2019s Nora,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
There was silence on the other end of the line.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNora,\u201d he said finally. His voice sounded strange.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s name was Eleanor. Everyone called her Nora. She died when I was fifteen. Breast<\/p>\n
cancer. Dad had never remarried. He\u2019d never even dated. He still kept her reading glasses on the kitchen windowsill, next to the dish soap, where she\u2019d left them.<\/p>\n
\u201cNora,\u201d he said again, very quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that okay?\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
I heard him breathing. I heard Rachel in the background, saying, \u201cDad? Dad, are you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cThat\u2019s the best thing anybody\u2019s ever told me,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
Then he had to give the phone back to Rachel, because he couldn\u2019t talk anymore.<\/p>\n
After that, every single morning, he said the same thing at the end of the call.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou tell that girl,\u201d he said, \u201cher grandpa\u2019s waiting for a proper introduction.\u201d<\/p>\n
On the ninth day, they took Nora off all the monitors and wires. She was breathing on her own. She was eating from a bottle. She weighed four pounds, fifteen ounces.<\/p>\n
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\u201cShe\u2019s ready,\u201d the NICU doctor said. \u201cTake her home.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel went out to the parking lot and finally took the car seat out of its box. We\u2019d had his brother drive it up from Chicago. He sat in the back of the rental car for forty-five minutes, watching the<\/p>\n
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installation video on his phone and reading the instructions three times.<\/p>\n
Then he came back in to get us.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did it,\u201d he said. \u201cIt\u2019s in. It\u2019s in the right way. I checked it twice. I had a nurse check it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it facing backward?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
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\u201cIt\u2019s supposed to face backward,\u201d he said. \u201cFor babies. That\u2019s the correct way. I looked it up.\u201d<\/p>\n
I started laughing so hard I had to sit down.<\/p>\n
We drove home to Chicago that afternoon. Ninety minutes. I sat in the back seat next to Nora the<\/p>\n
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whole way, watching her sleep in her car seat, which was facing backward, correctly.<\/p>\n
Her clothes weren\u2019t washed. The nursery wasn\u2019t finished. The walls were still half white and half pale green.<\/p>\n
None of it mattered.<\/p>\n
That first night, she slept in the crib. The one Daniel built backward and then rebuilt. The bars were facing the right way.<\/p>\n
I stood over it for an hour, watching her chest go up and down.<\/p>\n
Daniel came and stood next to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not too green,\u201d he said quietly, looking at the walls. \u201cThe paint. I\u2019ve decided. It\u2019s the right green.\u201d<\/p>\n
About a month later, the airline called.<\/p>\n
A woman from their customer care department. She was very polite. She said they\u2019d received a letter for us. From a passenger\u2019s family member. She said it was entirely up to us whether we wanted to receive it. If we said no, they\u2019d respect that.<\/p>\n
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\u201cWho\u2019s it from?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cA woman named Emily,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
I thought about it for a whole day.<\/p>\n
Then I said yes.<\/p>\n
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The letter came a week later, in a plain white envelope. Two pages, handwritten in blue ink.<\/p>\n
Emily wrote that she was the daughter of the man in the navy suit. His name was Richard, she said. She knew we\u2019d probably heard him that day. She was sorry for that.<\/p>\n
She wrote that the woman sitting next to him on the plane was Melissa. Her aunt. Her mother\u2019s sister. Melissa had been traveling with him because she was coming to the wedding too, and because Emily had asked her to \u201ckeep an eye on Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
She wrote that Melissa had used the flight\u2019s Wi-Fi to text her during the flight. She\u2019d told Emily exactly what her father was saying. About the plane. About me. About why couldn\u2019t we just keep going.<\/p>\n
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When she told me, Emily wrote, I was sitting in the bridal suite in my wedding dress. My mom was doing my hair. And I just started shaking.<\/p>\n
She wrote that her whole life, she\u2019d spent explaining away her father\u2019s anger. When he yelled at waiters. When he yelled at her mother. When he said something cruel at her high school graduation,<\/p>\n
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in front of all her friends, that she\u2019d never forgotten. That was the mistake he\u2019d mentioned on the phone. The thing from \u201cyears ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every time, she wrote, I told myself he didn\u2019t mean it. That he was just stressed. That he meant well underneath. And I made everyone else make the same excuses for him. My mom. My friends. My<\/p>\n
fianc\u00e9.<\/p>\n
When Aunt Melissa told me he was trying to get off the plane before the people who were coming to help your baby, I finally realized something. I\u2019d been asking everyone else to excuse him my whole life. And I didn\u2019t want to do it anymore. Not on my wedding day.<\/p>\n
I kept telling myself he meant well, she wrote. I finally realized I was asking everyone else to make the same excuses.<\/p>\n
She wrote that her mother had walked her down the aisle.<\/p>\n
She cried the whole way, Emily wrote. So did I. It was beautiful. It was the most beautiful thing that\u2019s<\/p>\n
ever happened to me.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m not writing to ask you to forgive my father. That\u2019s not my job. And it isn\u2019t yours, either, unless you want it to be. I just wanted you to know that the choice I made that day was mine. Not yours. You didn\u2019t ruin anything. You didn\u2019t cause anything. I\u2019ve been thinking about making that choice for a long<\/p>\n
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time. Your daughter just gave me the push I needed.<\/p>\n
I hope she\u2019s healthy. I hope she\u2019s home. I hope she grows up with a dad who would never, ever make her feel like she was in the way.<\/p>\n
With love, Emily.<\/p>\n
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I read her letter twice.<\/p>\n
Then I handed it to Daniel, and he read it, and then he went out on the back porch for a while by himself.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t celebrate her father missing that wedding.<\/p>\n
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People expected me to. When I told my friends the story, they said things like, \u201cGood! Serves him right!\u201d and \u201cKarma!\u201d<\/p>\n
But I didn\u2019t feel that way.<\/p>\n
I thought about him standing in that empty row on the plane, with the phone against his ear, getting<\/p>\n
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older right in front of me. I thought about him being sixty years old and finding out, at the worst possible moment, that his daughter had finally stopped making excuses for him.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t feel happy about it.<\/p>\n
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I hoped he would change. Truly. I hoped that someday, Emily would have a baby of her own, and her father would hold it, and he\u2019d be gentle.<\/p>\n
That was all I hoped.<\/p>\n
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In March, when Nora was four months old, and the doctors said she was strong enough to travel, we flew back to Arizona.<\/p>\n
Daniel booked the bulkhead seats. He brought three bags of baby supplies, a printed list of every<\/p>\n
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pediatrician within ten miles of Dad\u2019s house, and a portable fan.<\/p>\n
On the plane, he asked the flight attendant if there was a medical professional on board. Just in case.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel,\u201d I said. \u201cShe\u2019s four months old. She\u2019s not going to be born again.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\u201cI\u2019m still allowed to worry,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
Rachel picked us up at the airport in Phoenix.<\/p>\n
She burst into tears the second she saw Nora. She held her in the parking garage for ten minutes<\/p>\n
before she would let us put her in the car seat.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe looks like Mom,\u201d Rachel kept saying. \u201cHannah, she looks exactly like Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
When we pulled into Dad\u2019s driveway in Mesa, he was standing in the backyard<\/p>\n
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He wasn\u2019t supposed to be. He was supposed to be resting. Cardiac rehab, three days a week. No yard work. Strict orders.<\/p>\n
He was standing in the middle of his tomato beds in a straw hat, holding the garden hose.<\/p>\n
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He\u2019d lost about twenty pounds. He looked thinner and older. There was a scar on his wrist from the IV.<\/p>\n
But when he saw us coming around the side of the house, his whole face lit up like I hadn\u2019t seen since<\/p>\n
before Mom died.<\/p>\n
He dropped the hose. It flopped around in the dirt, spraying water everywhere. Nobody turned it off.<\/p>\n
I walked across the yard with Nora in my arms.<\/p>\n
She was wrapped in a purple sweater with little embroidered birds on it. Teresa\u2019s sweater. It was much too big for her. It came all the way down past her feet.<\/p>\n
I stopped in front of my father, right there next to the tomatoes, the way I\u2019d promised.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad,\u201d I said. \u201cThis is your granddaughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
I put her in his arms.<\/p>\n
He held her carefully. Very carefully. Like she was made of glass. Even though I\u2019d told everyone, over<\/p>\n
and over, that she wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Nora looked up at him with her big dark eyes. She stared at his straw hat. Then she reached up with one tiny hand and grabbed his chin.<\/p>\n
Dad laughed. And then he was crying, standing in the dirt with the hose still running all over his shoes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello, Nora,\u201d he whispered. \u201cHello, sweetheart. I\u2019ve been waiting for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me over the top of her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cProper introduction,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cProper introduction,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
That night, after Nora was asleep in the portable crib in Rachel\u2019s old bedroom, Dad and I sat on the back porch with two cups of coffee.<\/p>\n
It was good coffee. His coffee. Strong and black.<\/p>\n
\u201cMuch better than the hospital,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything\u2019s better than the hospital,\u201d he said. \u201cSock water.\u201d<\/p>\n
We sat there for a while, listening to the crickets.<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel told me about the plane,\u201d Dad said. \u201cThe whole thing. The man in the suit. The paramedic. The old lady with the sweater.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTeresa.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTeresa.\u201d He nodded slowly. \u201cAnd the flight attendant who wouldn\u2019t let that man off.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOlivia.\u201d<\/p>\n
He was quiet for a long time.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen you\u2019re a kid,\u201d he said, \u201cyou think the important people are the ones in charge. The ones in<\/p>\n
suits. The ones who are always in a hurry to get somewhere.\u201d He took a sip of his coffee. \u201cTook me seventy-one years and a heart attack to figure out it\u2019s mostly the people who stop. The ones who see somebody struggling and just stop what they\u2019re doing and make room.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked out at his tomatoes in the dark.<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel stopped,\u201d he said. \u201cShe stopped and turned off the car and came around the back of the house because she thought she heard the hose running too long. If she\u2019d been in a hurry, I\u2019d be<\/p>\n
dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
I put my hand on his arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cRemember their names, Hannah,\u201d he said. \u201cRamon. Teresa. Olivia. You tell that girl their names.\u201d<\/p>\n
Last week, we asked the airline to forward a photograph to Ramon.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s a picture of Nora at six months old. She\u2019s lying in her crib, the one Daniel built twice, under the pale green walls. She\u2019s wearing a yellow onesie with a little tomato on it that Dad bought her. She\u2019s smiling. A big, gummy, open-mouthed smile, with both fists in the air.<\/p>\n
She weighs fourteen pounds now. She\u2019s in the fiftieth percentile. Our pediatrician says you\u2019d never know she was early.<\/p>\n
On the back of the photograph, I wrote:<\/p>\n
She made it home. Thank you for helping us get here.<\/p>\n
Nora won\u2019t remember that flight.<\/p>\n
She won\u2019t remember the floor of the rear galley, or the hum of the engines, or the thin blue blankets. She won\u2019t remember the seconds when she didn\u2019t cry, or the moment she did.<\/p>\n
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She won\u2019t remember the man in the navy suit, standing in the aisle, asking if everyone could just go.<\/p>\n
But one day, when she\u2019s old enough, we\u2019ll tell her the whole story.<\/p>\n
We\u2019ll tell her about the paramedic who knelt on the floor and told her mother to listen to him, not the<\/p>\n
noise. About the flight attendant who stood at the front door like a guard. About the old woman who took off her own sweater and folded it into a pillow.<\/p>\n
About a whole plane full of strangers who stayed in their seats, and kept the aisle clear, and put their<\/p>\n
hands over their hearts as she went by.<\/p>\n
We\u2019ll tell her about the people who made room for her.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My whole body went cold. The mother. That meant me. I looked up at Ramon, the paramedic who had just delivered my baby on the floor of the rear galley. He was holding her in a pile of airline blankets, watching her chest go up and down, up and down, much too fast. I grabbed…<\/p>\n