I gave birth to premature twins—one thriving, one fading. My daughter steadily improved, but my son’s tiny body was turning purple, his breathing slowing with every minute. I stood by his incubator, preparing myself for a final goodbye, when a young nurse suddenly swept into the room. Without hesitation, she disconnected him from the wires, wrapped him in a warm blanket, and held him to her chest with calm, practiced confidence. Then she carried him to his sister’s incubator. The room fell silent as the nurse placed my struggling son beside his stronger twin, positioning them so their small bodies...
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