DAWN WILL RISE 

By Tessa Harvey

    It did not take long to reach the hospital. Ella realised the sirens were on and lights flashing, but she was focused only on her babies. They were so dependent. 
    Other adults could look after her two wonderful boys, but babies.....what could they do to help themselves? Cry? But these children could not even do that. They had small oxygen masks over their tiny, silent faces.
    Part of her mind marvelled at how cleverly and thoroughly modern ambulances were equipped - and it was a seriously difficult course for paramedics. So much learning, like doctors. She was numb, bone-tired. It seemed no matter hard she worked each day, she was walking an endless treadmill.
    So grateful for each individual child, but she felt at the end of each day she was further behind.
    Mark had to work, so it was important Ella looked after whatever the children needed at night. But her milk was drying up..... The babies were rushed away to the Paediatric Ward. The tired mother trying to follow arms outstretched towards her babies, stumbled. A nurse aide or someone steadied her and she was slowly walked to a small side room and sank into a welcoming chair.

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