“You should have calmed him down by now,” he said without even turning his head.

And that was it for me.

I felt myself falling, but I couldn’t do anything. My ears were ringing. I saw the baby slipping from my arm, but I managed to press him to my chest. The last thing I heard was my husband shouting:

“Hey! What are you doing?! Don’t you dare die here!”

I woke up in the hospital. For the first few seconds, nothing made sense. Then I saw my husband standing over me, phone in hand. He looked annoyed.