The fluorescent lights of the emergency room hummed with a sterile, cold tension that mirrored the panic in my chest. My three-month-old daughter, Emma, had been screaming for hours, her fever spiking to a dangerous 102 degrees while Sarah and I felt our world collapsing from sheer exhaustion. I was on the edge, my judgment clouded by three months of sleepless …
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