OMG came as a whisper when the caregiver noticed the newborn’s eyes looked dull suddenly.
Just moments earlier the baby had been shouting with hunger and stretching tiny arms wildly.
Now the cries faded into weak murmurs and the small body felt strangely heavy today.
A warm hand touched the forehead and fear rose instantly from the burning heat inside.
The newborn squirmed once then stilled, breath uneven like fragile waves on sand at dawn.
Panic spread through the room as the truth settled silently into every heart nearby watching.
Milk was warmed quickly but the baby turned away with tired trembling lips full of.
Each weak cry stabbed deeper than shouting ever could in that helpless moment of fear.
Cool cloths were placed on the tiny chest trying to chase fever away in vain.
The baby’s fingers curled tightly around one thin strand of the caregiver’s shirt for comfort.
That tiny grip spoke louder than any cry of fear or pain in the room.
Whispered prayers filled the air where panic and helplessness battled silently together through the night.
Breaths were counted one by one as if numbers could hold life steady in place.
The newborn’s eyes fluttered open briefly then closed with exhausted surrender again to the fever.
Fear pressed heavy on every chest but no one allowed despair to speak aloud yet.
Medicine was prepared with shaking hands and hope was poured into every drop with care.
The baby swallowed slowly this time a small victory against the rising sickness inside still.
Though weakness clung tightly the will to live flickered stubbornly bright in that tiny chest.
Everyone waited in aching silence while the newborn fought an unseen battle for life tonight.
The terrible realization remained heavy but love stayed even heavier in the room around them.
