in the middle of the night past midnight ...there is a faint knock on my door...momma...i dont think he is breathing right...i jump out of bed and put my robe on... he is fine..he is tiny...he is breathing nicely...not a quiver, just peaceful in his momms's arm..he is just that tiny...i want to snuggle him up every waking minute...
i worry about her not sleeping because she can't take her eyes off of him...
and i rest uneasy with worry...
she loves him so much...
it makes me cry
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