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At 4 months old, Albert still lies there, watching and not smiling.

The nurse sits beside little Albert, massaging his legs. The nurse will come again tomorrow, and the day after…

Albert presses his head hard against Marianna’s hand as she holds him, crying incessantly until he’s hoarse, and nothing helps.

Albert has laryngitis: he has a fever and a barking cough. We manage to get to the nearest hospital in Semivetrinsk.

They call for an air ambulance from Donetsk as Albert struggles to breathe, his wheezing audible. Two guys from the air ambulance bring Albert to me and say, “Say goodbye to your son!”

I manage to say, “Albert! My son…” as the men take him away in the car to the ICU in Donetsk.

He survived, and they discharged him.

At 9 months old, Albert can sit a little, but he still topples over like a doll.

At 1.5 years old, at a pediatric professor’s appointment:

“You’ve accomplished a feat!” praised the professor. “Considering how he was born, you’ve done something incredible. The boy is walking now, slowly catching up in his development.”