Erase Her Misery

This tiny human glows. Her toothless smile tickles my heart and brings tears to my eyes. She kicks her chubby legs, the paper beneath crunching with each hit. She squeals as I kiss her almost non-existent neck. Her soft skins smells of milk and spit-up. Perfection. “Hold her arms down, Mom,” the nurse with the dark ponytail says. I take each soft hand in mine and gently press them to the paper. My little girl captures my gaze and lets[Read more]