Babies

Another day in the hospital.

It was incredible to immovable babies clinging to a mothers breast. Like his life held on to it.
It is awsome to see husband and wife taking turns to carry a sleeping, imovable baby.

It is heat breaking to hear baby crying so painfully when needle penetrated their skin to the blood vesels.
 
It is so great to see babies smile cheerefully in the hands of the mother.

It is depressing to see baby with a cool fever on their forehead. And with the worrying look at their parents face.

It all happens when im sitting near the pediatrician consultation room. Babies are all over the waiting area.
They look so small. So fragile. As if they will break their bones if they dont sleep properly.
It all happened once a time ago. There was a time, mom was in the hospital. Carefully holding the little me. Full of love, hoping to feed my little stomach...

Then i saw a father carrying his child with smile and love all over in his eyes. Carried him high enough to let him see the world high above. To let him touch the world untouchable for him now. And when he release him back to the ground. He will not forget a kiss at his small head.
It remind me of my father and the picture when I'm on his shoulder.