Life as the Mother of a Micropreemie
My child, laying there so cold.
No screams, no cries, no signs of life.
Lips blue, my hands tremble,
I don't know what to do,
I can't scream,
I can't move,
I just stare.
I gasp deeply, Shake her gently.
Tiny limbs flailing, little voice crying.
Sit and cry. Prepare for next time.