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Over twenty years ago I gave birth to my third child. Although at first he appeared fine, he developed problems and within hours was whisked across town to the nearest neonatal intensive care facility. We had just moved to a new neighborhood and were without most of the social connections that help so much at a time like this.
Consequently, I found myself all alone in my post-partum room, while my husband followed our baby across town. Soon a roommate joined me; she’d just had her first baby. Over the next couple of days, as I lay in bed wondering about my little boy, one visitor after another arrived by my roommate’s bedside. The chatter was animated, the laughter frequent. The stack of gifts grew higher and competed with the flower arrangements for space. My nightstand was empty, and when they asked to borrow my chair, I readily agreed.
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