Abstract
This is the story of my daughter's first 3 months of life, a time when we both struggled to survive while she was all but subsumed by scientific technology.Part I describes some common and dangerous failures of relationship which occur in busy hospitals. Part II describes the feelings of hope that arose in me not from any improvement in my child's condition, but from the ability of a few people to step outside of technology and science and risk what the others could not-authentic and caring engagement.