mannykris
The mother was scared. Stiff. The child motionless in the crib neither stirred nor breathed. The terrible nightmare of lost motherhood, tragedy, and the return to singleness hung eerily over the crib like a haunted mobile. There just ever so briefly the lips parted and a sigh of contentment resounded as loudly as though the thunder clapped and the heavens spoke, "She lives!" The mother, wickedly tired, padded back to the rocker, relieved that her nightmares at least for the present were to be tucked back into the shadows of the cheery nursery curtains.