*Zara*
The next few days in the intensive care unit were bright ones. I held the baby in my arms, close to my chest, feeling so, so happy that she was doing well.
I leaned down and brushed my nose against hers, listening to the keeling giggles from my baby and feeling a surge of happiness.
“Hi there," I said in a high pitched, sweet voice. “You're like a delicate little flower, aren't you? You're so precious," I cooed.
The baby giggled in my arms, causing me to let out a soft, happy sigh. Noah entered the room following his lunch, giving us both a happy smile.
He walked up to the baby and held out his index finger, letting out a happy sigh as she reached up and wrapped her hand around it.
The baby cooed, and Noah gave a soft chuckle. “She is beautiful," he muttered. “Hi there, swee
