When Sasha was born, like a lot of kids, she had to under the blue lights for a bit. Totally normal. She also had trouble latching on, and needed some feeding from a syringe. Also not that far out there. But when it’s your kid, “normal” doesn't mean that much, not when you’re sleep deprived, and I was bouncing back and forth between the hospital and home where Noah, then not quite two, was with the grandparents.