My niece, Bostyn Emery Davis, was born two weeks ago. Arriving a month early by a planned cesarean, she weighed just four pounds.I adore this child.
As I watch her fight to breathe and eat on her own, I wonder what she's thinking. Can she feel how much she's loved? Her parents, her brother, and an army grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins follow her progress. We let her grasp our sterilized fingers inside her incubator. We buy mountains of pink clothes, tiny shoes, and miniature blankets. And we wait...
Your perfect eyes are shadowed with smudgy purple now. They're badges of your struggle to live. Nestled in the dark cocoon of the NICU, you make your own light. You smile in your sleep. You wave a tiny arm. You are learning your gifts. You are testing your power.
Come home soon, little one.
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