He Said Grief Flows Into a Sea of Tears

While our daughter was being resuscitated, I called my husband twelve times. He hung up on every one. Because that day, he was busy ringing the opening bell at his female partner's IPO. I begged him through my tears. "The doctor says she might not make it through the night. Come back and see her one last time." But he warned me, impatient. "Stop using our kid to guilt me! There are hundreds of people at the company waiting on me. I'll come back in half an hour."