The Struggle for Every Minute
From that moment, every second mattered. Contractions grew fierce, the woman cried out, guards held her down, and the midwife fought with all her skill to save both mother and child. Time seemed frozen in that small room.
A boy. Small, frail, with bluish skin—but breathing.
They rushed him to oxygen, rubbed his chest and arms until his breaths deepened. And then, the room filled with the loud, urgent cry of a newborn.
A Quiet Smile
The midwife closed her eyes, wiped the sweat from her brow, and whispered, “Thank you, Lord…”
For the first time since she entered the room, the inmate lifted her eyes. And she smiled.