Learning to Breathe

Months of anxiety attacks, months of hyper alert fear, months of bombs falling at random all around her. But now she and he baby girl were free – away – across the border where the bombs did not fall. She didn’t know where she would be allowed to enter, but as long as it wasn’t back where she came from she knew she would be able to learn to breathe again.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

2 thoughts on “Learning to Breathe”

  1. Just over 16 years ago I stared anxiously into a tiny plexiglass incubator. Inside was an infant with a tiny tube that went up his nose and down into his stomach. It was taped to his cheek to keep it in place. He was wrapped in a warming blanket and had socks secured onto his hands to prevent him from yanking the tube out. In the days before there were moments when he was barely alive. When he struggled for air I asked the nurse what was happening. Her kind response was that he was, “Learning to breathe.”

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