By Winter Prosapio

It started the moment I saw her; I wanted to hold her close, protect her from the world, give her a glimpse of the magic all around. It continued when, as I nursed her, the doctor told us about her heart defect. He explained that she would need open heart surgery in six months.

All I could do was nurse her, give her all my strength, all my energy, all the healing my body still had to share. When the dark thoughts and fears would rise in my heart, holding her close was the only thing that beat the shadows away.

Months later, as I sat there in intensive care after her surgery, my milk building up painfully, I couldn't wait to take her in my arms again, hold her close and comfort her after her ordeal. I knew at that moment that when we nursed together again, I'd realize as much comfort as she.

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