The smell of antibiotics and antiseptics hit me like a physical blow as I pushed open the door to the room. l needed to see her. But nothing could have prepared me for the sight that awaited me.
Eliana was covered in wires and tubes. She had patches from head to toe. l don't even know why it had to be so many machines and it scared me.
l stumbled forward my legs heavy, each step was hard. l wanted to run, to turn back, to pretend this wasn’t real. But l couldn't. She had to be strong for her.
l reached the bedside and stood there, paralyzed. l couldn’t even hold her.
My breath hitched. I wanted to run to her, scoop her up in my arms and tell her everything was going to be alright. But I couldn't. The machines were in the way, keeping me from my baby. They were keeping her alive, yes, b
