{"id":15972,"date":"2020-04-01T01:00:55","date_gmt":"2020-04-01T06:00:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/?p=15972"},"modified":"2020-04-01T01:23:55","modified_gmt":"2020-04-01T06:23:55","slug":"heart-hidden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/15972","title":{"rendered":"Heart Hidden"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I remember the day. I remember both days.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">First time I hadn\u2019t gone to the pre-natal clinic\u2014<br \/>\n<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">first two were fine, no need to go really,<br \/>\n<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">she had said in her way. The call said come<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">quickly, as soon as you can. Fear stirred.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The u-turn run to the hospital bed found her<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">in tears, in almost silence. A nurse with no smile.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The baby had died, with no explanation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The baby had died. The baby had died.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Many years later, after she had died herself,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">from cancer from her Donegal family tree,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I found a picture, in the slow clearing of things,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a black-and-white ultrasound image,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a still life, heart-hidden in a drawer.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6><a href=\"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/16037\">JOHN REID<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I remember the day. I remember both days. First time I hadn\u2019t gone to the pre-natal clinic\u2014 first two were fine, no need to go really, she had said in her way. The call said come quickly, as soon as you can. Fear stirred. The u-turn run to the hospital bed found her in tears, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2041,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[62],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-49C","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15972"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2041"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15972"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15972\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16057,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15972\/revisions\/16057"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15972"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15972"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15972"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}