teks: Going back to my story, because I came to the hospital every day and even had a good friend there, I became close with everyone. We shared stories, laughter, and tears. I visited my baby every day like it was my job. The mother of the baby next to mine in the incubator became like an office mate to me. We talked every day, sharing updates on our babies. We built each other up and supported one another. One day, as I was going to see my baby in the NICU before going home, I saw the mother of the baby next to mine crying. I called her "kak mas" and asked her why. She said her baby had suddenly become critical. Oh God, I saw the doctor doing CPR on the tiny baby who weighed less than 1.5 kg. I was about to leave, but I managed to give her some words of encouragement like we always did. I told her to be strong even though I was crying too. The next day, I came to the hospital and saw another baby in the incubator next to mine. I asked the nurse where "kak mas" was. The nurse said her baby had passed away the day before. So, "kak mas" had taken her baby home to be buried. Oh God, I cried again. I held my baby's hand and prayed that his life would be prolonged. I may not be as strong as "kak mas" to go through all of that.
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