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Donetsk. October. Regional maternity hospital.

– Here is a pregnancy of 33 weeks, the heartbeat is hardly audible, immediate delivery is necessary, – a young doctor said to an elderly professor, – obstetric history is burdened, miscarriages, bleeding.

Marianna lies on the couch after an ultrasound.

– Have you eaten anything? – the doctor asks.

– I managed to eat some soup when I entered the ward.

– Bring her to the operating room!

Marianna woke up in the intensive care unit after a cesarean section.

– How is he, my son? – she asked a passing nurse.

Everything is fine, he’s in the neonatal intensive care unit, connected to a mechanical ventilator. Unfortunately, he’s not breathing on his own, but he’s a strong boy, weighing three kilograms six hundred grams.

The young doctor murmured near Marianna: – Now we’ll try to express at least a drop of colostrum.

– I have no milk at all, – Marianna said, pulling out her small breast.

– It’s okay, even a milliliter in a syringe will be enough for him. Marianna winced in pain. After finishing milking Marianna, the young doctor said:

– You understand, he has a chance, a small chance. He was born at thirty-three weeks, his lungs are still immature, they’re completely white on the X-ray, and it’s unknown when he’ll breathe on his own, currently on the ventilator. The doctor left with a syringe of colostrum in hand.

Marianna went to the neonatal department.

She approached the head of the department:

– Will he be able to breathe on his own?

– Oxygenation is dropping, we can’t disconnect him from the ventilator. Thanks to the new equipment for artificial lung ventilation we received last year, we have the opportunity to care for such children, otherwise he wouldn’t have been saved.

Good thing we have this equipment this year (thought Marianna).