Well, it wasn’t you who did it, but 25 years ago, a team did this for my minutes old son, bagging him for 6 hours while we waited for a teeny enough vent to arrive with the transport to take him to a NICU.
I thanked them then. And every day, I remember them in my prayers.
That 30 week gestational baby is 6 foot tall now and preparing to get married.
Tears.
Woo-hoo! I love happy endings!