*Zara*

The next few days in the intensive care unit were bright ones. I held the baby in my arms, close to my chest, feeling so, so happy that she was doing well.

I leaned down and brushed my nose against hers, listening to the keeling giggles from my baby and feeling a surge of happiness.

“Hi there,” I said in a high pitched, sweet voice. “You’re like a delicate little flower, aren’t you? You’re so precious,” I cooed.

The baby ...