Cry That Wouldn’t Stop

“How is Noah today?”

“He’s better,” Megan said. “But… we noticed another bruise.”

The doctor immediately became serious.

She gently examined Noah’s stomach and leg again.

Then she sighed.

“These bruises are very unusual for a baby his age,” she said carefully.

Daniel shifted uncomfortably.

“We might know how they happened,” he said.

And he told her everything about the babysitter.

The doctor listened quietly, nodding slowly.

“That explanation is possible,” she said. “But I’d like to run one more test.”

My heart skipped.

“What kind of test?” Megan asked.

“A simple blood test.”

Waiting for Answers

Blood tests don’t take long.

But the waiting afterward feels endless.

We sat together in the small examination room while Noah slept peacefully in his stroller.

Megan held Daniel’s hand tightly.

“I feel like a terrible mother,” she whispered.

Daniel shook his head immediately.

“You’re not.”

“But I didn’t see the bruises.”

“Neither did I.”

I leaned forward.

“Listen to me,” I said gently. “Good parents worry. That’s how I know you’re both doing your best.”