In My Desperate Time

Piercing pain from the belly awakens me. Baby, where is my baby? Suddenly I put my hand on the belly and find what I touch is a much flatter one than before.

“Baby, where is my baby?” I get up and shout without feeling the pain.

I lie on a simple hospital bed with no one around. I almost break down when I realize that the baby’s fate is still unknown. He values more than my own life. What if he has anything wrong?

“Your baby is here.” Doctor come in and hand me a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes. With a sigh of relief, I take the baby from the doctor and weep with joy. Thank goodness, my baby is here. I cuddle the baby tightly. The joy to find the lost baby allows me no time to think where they are and why they don’t take away the baby or do anything else.

After a while, I find something wrong. The baby is so cold. Trembling, I move the baby, only to find that his face is pale, his eyes close tightly, and he has no vital signs.

hand anxiously and touch the baby's neck, and it is cold.

baby is dead.” It seems the nurse couldn’t bear to see this, whispering. I feel all my blood clotted. Sitting still and looking at the lovely face of the

shouting toward the doctor, “Where are they going? Let me

they kill this innocent little baby?! I can’t allow them to get

carry the baby and rush outside without

innocent and lovely baby. Losing this baby hurts me deeply, too deeply that nothing could relieve

grit my teeth and