Chapter 9-sweet heart

Natash's POV:

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Sophia walking around in the living room, holding Perry and murmuring softly.

It startled me.

Perry was born premature, a month early, weighing just a little over four pounds.

She spent almost half a month in an incubator.

Her little face, small body, and weak breath made her look like a fragile and pitiable kitten, with a mouth so small it couldn't even hold a bottle.

My breast milk was limited, and my overall care during that period wasn't great.

The poor little girl often couldn't eat enough, lacked strength, and fell asleep with a bottle in her mouth, whimpering and twitching in her sleep.

It got a bit better after three months, but at six months, she developed bronchitis. She had needles on her tiny forehead, and the pain in my heart was unbearable.

I spent many nights holding her, rocking and comforting her. Normally, at this hour, a child would have been asleep, but holding her now likely meant she wasn't feeling well again.

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