The relief that surged through me at the baby being unharmed was quickly overshadowed by the shock of the new revelation. My mind was spinning, trying to process everything—the fall, the baby, this unexpected diagnosis.“What does this mean?” Ethan’s voice was barely above a whisper.“It means,” the doctor replied, “that the fall may have inadvertently saved Emily’s life. We can start treatment immediately to ensure her full recovery.”

Ethan exhaled deeply, a sound that carried disbelief, relief, and a lingering fear of what could have been. I lay there, staring up at the hospital ceiling, feeling the fragility and unpredictability of life more acutely than ever before. My body ached, but somehow, I felt a strange sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the baby that was safe, for the chance to address this hidden danger, and for the support and love that surrounded me despite the horror of the evening.