As I walk back toward my office after my mid-afternoon writing break, or, as Hamilton likes to call it, my pregnant potty break, Hamilton’s cell phone vibrates on the kitchen counter. He’s putting Liberty down for her nap, so I approach to find Athens General Hospital on the caller ID. My heart sinks, and all the air evaporates from the room. My hands shake as I answer and begin walking toward Liberty’s room.

“Hello,” I greet with a quaking voice.

“Madison?” the ...