11/17/2020. Day of premature babies.
There are moms who cried non-stop and walked between 2 incubators. Hiding, they read how much oxygen is estimated today, whether they ingested a little more food than yesterday, whether they had a stool or not.
There are moms who could hardly wait for half 12 and half 6 to go into intensive care and hug the incubators and cry because they are happy, the happiest in the world and scared because they know what a "prematurus" can be.
There are moms who were dizzy when the doctor told them the results after a brain echo and were shaking from expressions they did not know, from threatening diagnoses and prognoses.
There are mothers who also cried in front of the intensive care unit because their babies were transported to another institution, so they did not take them in their arms for THREE months.
There are moms who would just laugh at you if you asked them “And did you come up with names for babies”, to them from the ringing in their ears it’s the only funny thing they heard in those days.
There is everything you can and can't imagine. There are people who struggle with superhuman efforts and little people who fight even harder.
They are called LITTLE Giants.
If you have the mother of a little giant next to you, just hug her. And don't, like God, please don't wonder why she got used to him.
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