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A Letter from the 9th Floor PICU

One morning well before dawn when my daughter was about seven months old, I woke up and realized she hadn’t cried out to be fed in the night, and while for a moment I hoped that it meant she was becoming a baby who would sleep for nice long stretches, I was also concerned, because she had had some kind of flu the day before and had thrown up before goin…