Last night was hard for your mother and I. They had to increase your respiratory settings because the oxygen in your blood was too low. To make matters worse, they still couldn't find a way to replace your umbilical lines. You seemed to be on a downward trajectory. I had nightmares all night.
Then, I came in this morning to find a tiny little fiber slithering through your veins. A PICC line! How quick fortunes can reverse in here.
I'm working on a story for you: His Clockwork Daughter. I'll read it to you soon.