Thinking. Cole awake post midnight. Crying out. Restless. Kicking. Baby kicking. Hungry. Thinking about not being able to swallow. Survived two hip operations--she's 92. One after a fall and this one, a twist and snap in someone's arms. Frail enough to break, strong enough to get through with a rod in her hip. A contradiction in bodies. Will enough to keep living. Strong, strong, strong, the swallowing the first thing a few days after surgery to go. How long will it take? And will she be comfortable with Morphine. Injection only.
Waiting for a phone call. Waiting for news. Phone rings at 6:30 a.m. Not about her. Waiting. Waiting.
Waiting. For this beautiful and sassy and strong and tiny life to go.
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