Our baby boy is in an incubator with a lot of tubes connected to him. My heart is in excruciating pain. I have been hurt before but the feeling of the pain right now is too much for me to bear.
How can an innocent child suffer like this? As his mother, I feel incompetent. I feel like I have failed in giving him the comfortable life that he should have.
Tears started rolling down my cheeks as I touched the glass window. Clifford was holding me up, stroking my upper arm like he’s trying to comfort me. But what comfort would that bring to me? My baby is lying in an incubator, fighting for his life.
He leaned down and kissed my temple while I was sobbing. “I’m sorry,” he whispered before pulling me close in a hug.
I cried, heart breaking into millions of pieces as I stared at our son.
