Tiny Heart Wanted: One Family’s Experience with Infant Organ Donation.

NONFICTION

She tried to imagine how the heart would arrive.

He’d left her at midnight, her tiny, blue-gray boy. They’d taken him to the operating room to prep. The heart, they told her, should be there by 5am.

Throughout the night, she could hear the helicopters taking off and landing from the hospital’s helipad. She could hear ambulance sirens, too, pulling up to the emergency room on the first floor. How would it arrive? Which sound belonged to them?