The room was quiet except for the rhythmic beeping of machines. Emma lay in her hospital bed, her body still recovering from the whirlwind of an early birth. Her baby had been born prematurely and was immediately taken to the NICU. For two weeks, she stayed in her room, clinging to her husband’s words as he visited every day.“She’s perfect,” he would say with a soft smile.

“Our little miracle is so strong.”Emma wanted to see her baby desperately, but she was too weak to move, and the nurses kept assuring her it was best to rest. So she trusted her husband’s updates, holding on to every description he gave — the tiny hands, the soft hair, the way their baby squeezed his finger.Two weeks later, Emma felt well enough to ask, her voice trembling, “Can I see her now? Please… I need to hold my baby.