Another quiet wait

I sit in the hospital chair and watch Clara’s O2 numbers on the screen while she sleeps. It’s not my favorite place. Nothing against the hospital, it’s is fine, I’ve had surgery in it myself. It’s the general situation not the specifics I dislike. We are comfortable in hospitals now. As I’ve written before it’s not something we meant to be, and in re-reading that post I realize how long ago it…