She knew she'd come into her adulthood as she looked down into the still smudged face of the being so recently ripped from her body. Tape held the feeding tube secure as it lay in her nostril ready to deliver the sustenance painfully engorged within her breasts. Tape also secured the IV to the sweet angels head - her veins to small anywhere else on her body to adequately deliver the needed medications. The large tube locked into the side of her neck, cleaned her blood while continuing to support her heart and lungs.
No longer could she be the carefree risk taker. The does as she pleased, stay out all night barfly she'd sometimes envisioned herself. Now she was a grown-up, a person with responsibilities, a mom.
No matter what happened in this cold sterile room, she could never go back. Her life as an adult lie ahead. Embrace it she would praying the entire time that it would not involve a funeral in the very near future.
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