NICU loud yawn

Funny, I'm finding it so different this time. I'm looking at her tiny little fingers through the transparent walls of the incubator with amazement. Sitting beside the machine, I'm preparing her 4PM-medicines.
Her body's about the size of a 12 oz. coke; so petite that i couldn't believe i've been caring for a baby not a puppy or kitten.
Apparently, she's underdeveloped. As small as my fingers, her upper limbs would usually move as if grasping for something. My malnourished cat's head i guess would a lot better be larger than her head. I can't help but meet my eyebrows whenever she breathes; and it would proudly exaggerate her already obvious rib cage.
It is an imperative part of my job to closely watch for her skin color; as at times she forgets to breathe. Surely,your peace will be ruined for a couple of minutes worrying for her cyanosis.
Like any other babies, she cries without any consideration. To this I coerced my self to be immuned. Otherwise it would be an 8-hour hell. One thing she's proud about herself is that she doesn't stop wailing that easily; count an interval of five seconds, she'll be back into sobbing after just a short period of an awaited silence.
She loves peeing almost every 20 minutes. She moves her bowel every hour; and the need not to put her on diaper to monitor her intake and output requires me to frequently change her soaked underpad in despair. Happy holidays to me.
She gets her food through her IV fluid. it's also where I infuse her "must-be-accurate"antibiotics and surfactants. Poor little fellow, never had the chance to relish her mom's colostrom.
In her front is positioned an O2 funnel, an air for her compromised oxygenation, which i would always try so hard to fix to her mouth and nose since she's so motile.
It would just sound tiring to know of how to care for her but every end of the shift would truly bless one a fulfilled heart to have cared for an innocent life, to have witnessed her every strife to win the day, to have shared with her an optimism to treat every morning a triumph. For these very reasons, to her i am indebted with an outright elation.
There is a long way yet to go; her courage has to take it's full maturity to fight for her deferred full term. She may wail or the other way around, she may stop breathing and turn black or breathe again, endure the inconvenient medication or unfavorable temporary habitat; all through the day until night comes and ends to day again, her struggle has to continue towards the long pursuit for viability.