M I L O
They were so tiny.
So fragile. So delicately adorable.
I stare at them from outside the glass window while I glance at the tubes and machines that were surrounding them to help them survive and grow. I watch as their chests go up and down while they were breathing as they were moving their tiny hands around and subtly kicking their small feet.
I feel so proud of them already. Surviving that tragic incident and how they managed to be strong like their mother.
They are already making me proud.
“Please survive.” I placed my hands against the window.
After visiting my twins in the NICU, I headed back to Lindy’s room where she was still asleep. It has been 24 hours and she was still in her slumber. The doctor said that we need more time before they would acknowledge her bein
