Iris's cool fingers pressed against my skin, her touch gentle yet probing. I held my breath, waiting for her verdict. I knew everything was fine, but for some reason this was still nerve-wracking.
"Well, Olivia," Iris said, her voice soft and melodic, "I'm pleased to say you're in perfect health."
Relief washed over me, not that I was actually surprised. “I told him so,” I shook my head as if it didn’t soothe me to hear it too. Iris chuckled as she packed away her instruments.
“First-time parents often get a little…wound-up,” she said. “Cut him a little slack. It’ll happen to you a million times too, and that’s okay.”
I cringed, thinking about the panic attack from earlier today. Hopefully that wouldn’t happen a million times—but then again, I comforted myself, how many times in this
