“When the door closed, I lost it. I glanced over at my husband. His eyes were red as he held my son tighter. It was that traumatic shaking where you can’t stop, no matter how many blankets you cover yourself with.”
‘She let out a deep, gut-wrenching wail. ‘I want my baby sister back!’ She cried. In that moment, they saw mama fall apart for the first time.’
‘I looked in every bloodied towel, piece of clothing, and bathroom for a sign of a precious life to bury. I whispered to myself, ‘Why are you doing this?’ In a fog of confusion, I quietly sobbed.’
“I waddled up the driveway with the sheer terror of dropping my insides out on the rocks and cement. My husband was pale and quiet as he whispered he ‘had no idea.'”
‘I heard him speaking to my OB. ‘It’s nothing to worry about – it’s just a little spotting,’ he told her. As that word ‘just’ rolled off his tongue, I cringed.’
“I’ll never forget laying in that cold, sterile room, praying that I was wrong, hoping that I was being overly cautious. But I knew with certainty I wasn’t.”