It happened that the nurse came to feed the baby. The premature infant’s lungs had not yet fully developed and could not suck the milk itself. When the nurse took away the milk bottle, the little thing seemed not to have enough and was unwilling to let go of the rubber nipple. After the nurse left, her mouth was still searching for the nipple, but soon she fell asleep again. She looked sweet and cute in sleep.
Kate’s eyes were wet again, and warmth filled up her chest. Her daughter had been in her belly for less than 200 days and came to this world in advance. She was now an individual and had to survive alone. As her mother, Kate felt proud of her. So the mother had no reason not to be strong. So did he, because the strong gene of the child came half from him.
Kate watched her sleep for quite a long time, and she said to Betty, “I hope I can nurse it with my breast milk.”
“You will. As soon as she gets better, you can feed her.” Looking at Kate’s baby, Betty thought of her baby that she lost. Then she sighed and asked, “Does she have a name?”
“He said before. Catherine for a girl and Michael for a boy.”
Kate’s face was lit up by gentleness, “My dear Cathy.”