The NICU’s tiniest patient was silent and still, attached to a half-dozen tubes and wires. In place of the baby’s name on a placard were the thick, black letters ‘DNR.’
Nina cradled and rocked her baby, singing “Happy Birthday” and the ABCs, reciting the Pledge of Allegiance, then humming “Pomp and Circumstance.” She moved an invisible gold tassel from one side of an imaginary cap to the other.
Slowing her rock in a chair needing WD-40, Nina swallowed hard.
She kissed her baby’s forehead in tears, praying for reincarnation.
“Come back again,” she whispered, “and stay longer next time.”