What she didn't seem to know was that her rare blood disease surgery depended on one thing: my baby's cord blood.
...
"Look at the state Mom's in, and you're just sitting there playing deaf and dumb?" Cornelius Dickerson tapped his finger against the table, the rhythm sharp, impatient, dripping with condescension. "You're young. You can have as many kids as you want."
"But you only get one mother. How is this even something you need to think about?"
Think about?
Even if the cord blood weren't the thing that could save Mom, this was still my child.
Was I not allowed to think about it?
I pulled myself together, looked Cornelius dead in the eye, and said, word by word: "What about you? Can't you just cancel the trip?"
"Is Mom's surgery really less important than your vacation?"
Before Cornelius could fire back, Daisy shot to her feet. "What's that supposed to mean, Sylvia Dickerson?"
"That's our belated honeymoon trip!"
"I bet you've hated me from the start. You don't want Cornelius going anywhere with me, so you got pregnant now on purpose!"
"Fine. If you won't even let me have a honeymoon, then we're getting a divorce!"
The word divorce drained the color from Mom's face.