When the surgeon finally came out, I knew from his face that my life was about to be divided into before and after.
There was damage to Caleb’s spinal cord.
They had done everything they could.
But nobody could promise that he would walk again.
When Caleb woke up, I held his hand.
His voice was weak.
“Mom?”
“I’m here.”
“Is the little boy okay?”
I almost cried.
“Yes. He’s okay.”
Caleb closed his eyes for a second.
“Good.”
Then he said,
