She clings to a railing in the ensuite,prays it's not lost while her husband's asleep.
She wails in pain as the waves increase,7months 3weeks 5days and 3hrs the loss of the baby documented near the shower.
He wakes and dashes forth expertly assisting her,as though it's happened before and he knows it turns sour.
Thier grief is in vain her tears wont change the truth,the baby is out but its first breath is its last,
The beautiful bundle awashed and wrapped held by its mother while she stares so aghast,
The perfect love that was not there to stay.
Her husband supports her and numbs all her pain.
But again when does anything stay the same.