The moment the child hit the ground, I stood frozen, my mind a blur.  As reality hit me, I stumbled through the chaos, my body drenched in blood, trembling as I crawled toward my child. My heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly, the pain so intense that I could hardly breathe.  Shaking, I gingerly lifted him into my arms, but the cries I had just heard were replaced by an unsettling silence.  Looking down at his ashen, bluish face, despair washed over me. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out.  Desperate, I tried to push myself up and run for a doctor, but my legs felt like jelly, and I fell repeatedly without gaining my footing.  I collapsed to the ground, cradling him close, my palm gently patting his tiny body in a futile attempt to comfort him.  Before he was born, I had imagined countless nights wrapped around him as he slept.  Throughout my pregnancy, I had braved stormy weather to attend infant care classes, learning how to burp him after feed
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