Once she was in her dad’s arms, she was very reluctant to be put down in her car seat. But her Mama kept a purple plaid blanket in the car just for her, which she burrowed into as she continued to cry, “I don’t wanna go to work, I want to stay at home with you and Mama. You can fix it! We don’t have to go nowhere.”

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“I know, baby. I know,” He said, turning back around in his seat and buckling his seatbelt. “But this isn’t something Daddy can fix at home,” he replied, pulling out his phone and calling the hospital, giving them warning of an incoming patient, much like he would do if he was on the clock. He hung up the phone and pulled out of the drive, making his way to the hospital. “We’ll call Mama when we get there okay?”