Nadia's POVThey let me see her for thirty seconds before taking her to the NICU. Thirty seconds to memorize her tiny face, her dark hair, the way her fingers curled into impossibly small fists. Then she was gone, and I was being stitched up, moved to recovery, told to rest while my body recovered from major surgery.Julian went with the baby. I told him to. Someone needed to stay with her.I woke up in a private room with Margaret sitting beside my bed."Blood pressure's coming down," she said. "You're going to be fine.""The baby?""NICU. Julian's been there for six hours. He hasn't left her side."They wheeled me down to see her that evening. The NICU was quiet, dim, filled with beeping machines and tiny isolettes. Julian sat beside the smallest one, his hand through the porthole, one finger held in our daughter's grip.He looked up when I arrived. His eyes were red."She's perfect," he said. "Nadia, she's perfect."I looked at our daughter, tubes in her nose, wires on her chest, s
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