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‘Our baby’s brain hadn’t divided. Parts were missing. I prepared my 3-year-old for the chance his baby sister may not come home. Everyday interactions felt like ripping open a wound.’

“We told others to not make plans for a baby shower. I didn’t want to have to return things if my baby died. In the shower, I’d cry out with all my heart just to be able to have my daughter no matter what difficulties she might have. As the date approached, I considered planning for the possibility of a funeral.”

‘I was asked if I had any questions. All I could manage to mumble was, ‘Will I lose my hair?’ I was 16. I was in high school. I was a girl. I couldn’t be bald. I just couldn’t.’

“Three words. That’s all it took. Three simple words. Everything was happening too fast. I just sat there, staring at the wall, trying not cry. When homecoming came, I had this beautiful red dress. I put on heels, makeup. Then I looked in the mirror and crumbled to the ground. What was I thinking? I looked ridiculous. I looked sick.”

‘Life changed in a heartbeat. I dropped to my knees on the kitchen rug, a horrible sensation ripping through my nerves. My skin felt like it was trying to harness golf balls wildly in my veins.’

“I had never been a ‘sick’ person. I had only gone to the hospital for labor. I didn’t even have a cavity! Now, my kids were crying. My husband was on the phone with 911. I froze. ‘It’s happening again,’ I screamed. My arm moved wildly on its own. Everyone began to scramble.”

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