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This week's five minute journey is about: She
She was blue and she wasn't crying. This she was scared. They were over at the monitor with their backs to her, whispering, and alarms were going off. Something wasn't right.
They said that they'd lay the baby on her chest if everything was okay when she was born. But, she came out and they took off across the room with her, without a word, leaving her mama in freak mode wondering why her baby wasn't crying.
The APGAR was 0 and the cord had been wrapped around her little neck. She was a tiny little thing, just six pounds and fourteen ounces. So tiny compared to her older brother who was eight pounds and eight ounces when he muscled his way into this world.
She still wasn't crying, but her mama was.
She was born five days past her due date, but they said she was a preemie.
She's still a tiny little thing, maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet at twenty-two years of age. She made it.
So did I.