Violet
“Are you ready to hold your daughter?”
I stared at the NICU nurse.
Actually stared.
“Hold her?”
She smiled.
“Skin-to-skin.”
My eyes immediately filled.
“Yes.”
One word.
That was all I could get out.
Doom stood beside me.
We'd been back in the NICU since the nurses allowed me out of bed that morning.
I'd barely slept.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw three incubators.
Three tiny bodies.
Three sets of wires.
But today, they were going to let me hold one of my babies.
Really hold her.
The nurse helped me get situated before carefully bringing Faith to me.
I held my breath.
She was so small.
Even though Faith had been our oldest daughter and wasn't our smallest baby.
She felt impossibly tiny when the nurse placed her against my bare chest.
“Oh my God.”
My arms
