Mother in panic; eyes widening and blood boiling
the race against the clock begins
all are in distress; mother, child and father.
seconds feel like hours, I only have one to look after,
a new life is in my hands.
Needles, blood bags, oxygen tubes
time is growing short, my heart is pounding.
There will be no loss,the babe will make it through.
I wear my mask and cape in the form of scrubs
the NICU is my sanctuary and I am my best.