About this time last year I was about 30 weeks pregnant – I missed my footing on a kerb and fell onto my stomach.
I thought i was OK – but all through lunch my usually active baby didn’t kick or roll over once.
I left work and stood in the emergency triage crying my eyes out. This hospital was for pregnant women and children only, and the woman in front of me was begging for some pills because she needed something to take off the edge. She had left her one week old baby with “her aunts friend” to wait three hours for pills.
I stood behind her not really comprehending the difference between us – just crying and begging and praying for my baby to move.
When I got to the front of the line – the attending nurse took one look at my face and unlocked the…
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