My son was born last summer in the hospital where I work as an oncology nurse. It was a hot and unusually muggy summer day in Oregon; after weeks of nothing but parched pavement, the sky had broken open and poured rain down hard, giving us all the olfactory bliss that is petrichor. I could smell the water-soaked Earth from inside my hospital room.

After a complicated pregnancy with months of monitoring, on-and-off bedrest, and repeat ultrasounds, my water, too, had broken — and so my path as a mother of two was forged.

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Sami Soffer is an oncology nurse and mother who lives in Hood River.

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