24th July 2008:
In Amadora/Sintra at exacly 16:27 my little girl was born. Premature by about a month and a half and as heavy as a bag of sugar, Nicole opened her big blue eyes and took a plunge into this dangerous world. So small, so tiny and so light she fought against all the odds that were stacked up against her and is now breathing on her own. Many times the doctors would say that she wouldn't make it through the night. Many times they would tell us to go home and not come back in the morning because it was a lost cause and many times we returned and saw her little face. She's stable now, every day is a battle for her and every day she fights on breaking records and all the odds. So tiny, so innocent, so sad... I've stayed strong for my wife and cried alone, wondering the streets at night thinking if little Nicky would still be alive in the morning. Life is hard that way. One day your on top of the world looking out for yourself and the next your at rock bottom crying over a baby that you don't really know.
Sad, exhausted.
But she's fine now, born a Lion and fighting like one. Although she still has to be in an incubator she still struggles with fist clenched battling every day and every outcome she's part of my pack, my blood and for everyday she pulls through is every 100 years I will be beside her, fight for her, care and protect...
Fight on little nicky, fight on 'cos daddy loves you...
O museu da marinha e a nave dos loucos
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Divulgamos aqui um texto da autoria de Brandão Ferreira (TCor/Pilav (Ref))
que consideramos pertinente. Gente amiga azucrina-me de quando em vez os
lóbulos...
2 years ago