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I walk into the nursery room with the doctor leading the way.
There are many other babies laying around in their crib but my attention is solely concentrated on my daughter's incubator.
She is laying at the extreme end of he room.
"Here you go, you can see her, but please be quick, if you take long, there might be a possibility of infection" the doctor says.
"OK Sir" I nod.
"I'll give you some privacy then" he says and moves away.
I move closer to her crib and her face comes to my view.
To say that she is beautiful is an understatement.
She looks like an angel, in fact, she is one.
Just like the doctor said, she has been removed from the oxygen support but there are still some things pressed on her chest and stomach.
I don't know what they are but whatever they are, they
