Last Nov. 1, my sister gave birth to my newest nephew, the hospital she was in had a policy for the baby and mom to immediately bond and nurse at the very first moment, so from DR, the babies go straight to the room with the mother. Even if it was a maternity hospital, the nursery unusually doesn't have any babies on display.
Except for one lonely baby. This baby was premature and had to be cared for via incubator. You can see the parents at the window, staking out most of the viewing time.. just longing for the baby, to touch, to care for and to love.
The fullness of parenthood they couldn't enjoy 100%. But then the baby cried. Ow! 100% unadulterated pain just exudes, breaking all textile, glass and concrete barriers. How come love couldn't just be transferred as seamless as hurt?
I have found love in another continent. Long distance love. I haven't even felt his warm hugs and tender kiss. I only hold on to the feeling of the first time we held hands. Yesterday we had a fight, oh how i feel the pain.
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