Wishing it could all end well.
Knowing that it won't.
Not for everyone.
Watching the new parents desparate to hold their baby.
Praying that they'll breathe on their own.
And eat on their own.
Suck, swallow, suck, swallow.
Come on, you can do it.
That the brain scan will be fine.
The fits will be under control.
That they can take their baby home.
Show them off.
Start their life together.
Face the challenges ahead.
I am priviliged to have been there and lucky to have brought my baby home.