Third Trimester

Part 2: Life in the NICU I hold my baby girl in my arms as the life drains out of her. Her body slouches, her lips are pursed and purple. Alarms begin to sound, first slowly, and then more vigorously with an urgent beeping that resonates across the room and into the hall. I take…

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 He puts his cheek against mine

 and makes small, expressive sounds. 

And when I’m awake, or awake enough

 he turns upside down, his four paws

 in the air

 and his eyes dark and fervent.

 “Tell me you love me,” he says.

 “Tell me again.”

 Could…