The Lonely Mother

By Kayt Sukel

He lies in a glass box, his tiny face glowing golden from the red and yellow lights of the monitor nearby. The neonatal intensive care unit seems at first to be a peaceful place. The lights are dim. Visitors and employees adopt a quiet tone when talking. The machines attached to my son hiccup a gentle beep in time with his heart, often lulling my husband and me into a peaceful daze. Until, that is, the trance is broken with a deafening alarm which signals that someone’s heart is not beating properly. Then a wave of panic erupts across the ward.…

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