KevinMD September 29, 2024
The moment my daughter was placed on my chest, I knew something was wrong. Her skin had a blue-purple tinge, and she barely cried. I instinctively began rubbing her tiny body, trying to stimulate her, but she remained quiet and minimally responsive. When I tried to put her on my chest to nurse, she did nothing. My doctor quietly left the room, and soon after, a team of medical professionals entered. They quickly took her from me, saying they needed to weigh and clean her up. But I knew it was more serious than that—they had called a hospital code, signaling that they needed all hands on deck to help my baby.
My husband at the time, not fully understanding...
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