I’d been in hospitals before. I’d spent days there, visited family and friends—but nothing prepared me for my last visit. It started with a slight change in temperature. I thought it would be a casual hospital visit—consultation, medication, and we’d be back home. But things spiraled quickly: tests, crying, my baby shrieking and shaking from a new kind of pain her innocent body wasn’t used to. And the worst part? Watching her go through it while I stood there helpless, unable to lift her up or ease her pain. I saw a tiny piece of innocence leave her eyes that day. She was introduced to the world of hospitals—the smell,…