The truth meant nothing to the incredible bond between mother and child.

The truth meant nothing to the incredible bond between mother and child.

They told her without me there.

They knew I wanted to be with her. 

I was in the waiting room. 

I had just left her bedside. 

I heard her scream.

 

I ran to her room.

The doctor was still in there.

He had just told her about her babe.

He told her alone. 

She was all alone.

 

They told her,

The baby’s face was distorted.   

There was nothing wrong with her face.

She was beautiful. 

She looked just like her.

 

‘Her legs are twisted?’ 

Yes, it is called club feet. 

‘She has no pulmonary artery?’

Yes, that’s right. 

‘She is dying?’

Yes, it is fatal. 

‘I want to go and see her.’

Yes, let’s go see her. 

 

She didn’t cry.

 She sat looking up at the incubator.

Her eyes slowly covered every inch of her baby.   

She put her hand inside the incubator,

Needing to touch her fragile child. 

 

For the first time,

Since her birth,

Her baby responded.

Her tiny hand clenched her Mommy’s finger.

 

I will never forget that moment.

The instant connection,

Between babe and Mom.

Their bond was tangible,

Measurable and miraculous.

 

I was forever changed.

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