I sat there, watching Luke’s little chest rise and fall. Another bubble began creeping down the IV line towards his little hand. I slowly got up, flicked the line, and watched as the bubble disintegrated and hundreds of micro-bubbles flowed up the tube and away. This was not what I expected to be doing one month into our time in Thailand.
“Mommy stay wif Lukie?”
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