Learning to Grow:
There she lay.
Tiny.
Surrounded by machines and people, both buzzing, working hard to keep her alive. For the first time in my life, I had no idea where I should be, what I should be doing or saying. Next to me, Ron had the same look on his face as when he tried to ask out Fleur Delacour. Shell shocked and scared. Why wouldn't he be terrified? She was born practically two months early. She wasn't ready to come and meet us yet.
I looked back at my baby Rose and felt tears start to fall down my face and soon, I heard sobs and realized they were mine. I felt a pair of arms reach around me and I leaned into them. Ron held me there for what could have been hours or just seconds before I said my first words since she had been taken from me when she was born.
"She's so small. She looks so helpless."
"Its OK," he told me, "She's just learning to grow. And those machines, they're teaching her. She'll be OK."
I looked up at my husband and thought those were the most meaningful words he had ever spoken and they lifted my spirit and made me believe them. I nodded into his chest and whispered his words back to him. "She's learning to grow."