By Caroline Shannon-Karasik

June 18, 2017

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I'm lying in an emergency room bed, wires and sticky pads clinging to my

chest. My pulse zigs and zags across a screen. Fluorescent lighting

illuminates my blue-and-white-striped hospital gown; my hands are folded

neatly across my belly. My husband Dan is sitting with our sweet

four-month-old baby girl in his lap. Claire is still wearing the white

fleece pajamas with pink roses that I zipped her up in last night. They're

my favorites.