I hold your tiny body as your eyes well with tears. The nurse ties the tournequet on as you begin to sob. I help extend your arms wishing I could offer my own in exchange. I pray for this to go quickly. I watch as the needle goes in again and again... minutes, an hour passes. Again and again the vein rolls, blows, no blood flows. "ow" you say to me with pleading eyes. You hold your tiny hands up to the nurses and sign, "all done". I whisper in your ear how big and good and brave you are. Finally you are granted a reprieve. You curl into me, exhausted. Moments later you are smiling and waving at the nurses as I marvel at how amazing, beautiful and perfect you are.
This is my life, in motion... My Unstill Life. I'm a mother of three and my daughter had a liver transplant. I blog about it.
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