it came free with the suddenness of birth , and i was swiping blood and mucus from the tiny sealed face , blowing into its lungs , gently , gently , you have to blow gently , the alveoli of the lungs are like cobwebs , so small , compressing its chest , no more than a hand 's span , two fingers pressing , no more , and felt the tiny spring of it , delicate as a watch spring , felt the movement , small squirms , a faint instinctive struggling-and felt it fade , that flicker , that tiny spark of life , cried out in anguish and clutched the tiny , doll-like body to my breast , still warm , still warm .