I need to see her. Now.
With the IV behind me, I woke up wandering the hallway at 3 A.M. Where are the incubators? She's still so tiny, we'll keep her warm until tomorrow, they told me. I'm looking for her, with my face pressed upon the window door of the babies room. But how do you distinguish a newborn from other newborns? I burst into laughter. Among rosy cheeks and tiny blond heads, it's She, Mine, she could be seen in the distance, a brown monkey with 2 centimeters of hair and hands clenched into fists. She was sleeping with heroic dedication and confidence.
(Translated by Anca Cristina Ilie / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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