A Bond Was Formed
For life, between new mother and the newborn
Hard work and perseverance
Often lead to joy, they say.
Eight long months of
Discipline and self-care,
Amidst risk, warnings,
And close monitoring,
Culminated in glory.
The birth of a premature baby—
Underweight, and fragile,
Needing special neonatal care.
Mama healing from delivery stress,
in the recovery room,
Baby tended in the NICU,
By expert nurses round-the-clock,
Tubes down her tiny nostrils.
When mama could walk,
She went to meet the baby.
It was a touching moment—
Mama held the swaddled child,
And baby looked up at mama.
A pure bond was formed,
Never to be shaken for life.
Note: It's true story. My own experience. #motherhood
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Seema Patel
Hi, I am Seema. I have been writing on the internet for 15 years. I have contributed to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, and Amazon KDP.
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