B&M: the lives of arthur and lison: the beginning

I post this true story as told to me by one of the strongest women that I ever know. Fortunate that I am to have known her, the circumstances that we met were very unfortunate. It was a normal morning - I packed my tote bag with the usual stuff - diapers, dresses for the kids and walked to the NICU. It was my habit to look at the name board every morning - a constant reminder to me that normal full term births (not to mention girl babies) are a common occurrence. Our babies had occupied the first and second position for quite sometime and today two more entries caught my eye - baby arthur and baby lison - extreme pre term. I walked into the NICU despising HIM. Pure despise as I was tired of asking him why. Fed up was more like it. Ironically I immediately closed my eyes in prayer shutting every other thought - the thought of even our own babies. Dear God give them the strength. I wore sterile clothes and walked in - the sight that i saw - calling it a commotion would have been an understatement. Yes. Two wombs were getting ready to nurture two tiny lives for the next couple of weeks. The job that was always done to perfection there. No one batted an eyelid or spared a moment. They had only one goal - to make the babies survive.
I walked out after my routine inside to find the couple waiting outside at the corridor. Hand in hand. She leaning on him and he lost in despair. No words passed between them. After all what could one say to each other when their babies were born 15 weeks pre mature and weighing only 600grams. She saw me wearing my slippers. The hug was spontaneous. And was the tears. Few unfortunate moments when we dont need words to explain what. And the mere shoulder would do. Momentarily. My mind rewound to nine weeks back but that can wait. For now let me take you along the lives of Chloe, Pierre, Baby Arthur and Baby lison...