Four clay Babies and the fear of neglect

"I have four babies. They don't look real. They are tiny and soft, like warm clay. I put them in the bath. The water is only one inch deep. Then I walk away for a few seconds. When I come back, it is very quiet. All four babies are under the water. They are not moving. My hands shake. I pick up the first baby and do CPR. He coughs. He breathes. I do the same for the second, the third, and the fourth. Each one coughs and wakes up. I sit on the floor with all four babies in my arms. "Thank god," I think. "I won't go to jail now." Then I wake up. My heart is beating fast."