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“I know how you’re doing it,’ she whispered, then laughed and walked away. I locked myself in the bathroom while my he pounded on the door, begging me to let him in. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t believe what I was staring at. My heart pounded, and my mind raced. Was this real? Was it a faulty test? My baby was so tiny, but he or she was there, in my belly.”
“Surprised, I sat down on the couch. He somberly turned off the TV and leaned forward in his seat. Hands folded, and eyes down, he told me he had something he needed to tell me. I’d never seen him so serious.”
“I was on my knees praying to God to save my baby. No mother should ever have to see their babies open chest cavity. My daughter died in my arms as I sang, ‘You are my Sunshine.’ I had to find a way to survive.”
“I was left curled up on the couch in the fetal position. I remember grabbing my thighs and crying to my husband, ‘How am I so big already? How could I possibly get any bigger?’ My 3-year-old son asked, ‘Mama, what’s wrong with your belly?’”
“I didn’t know what happened, but I knew something was wrong. She buried her head into my neck sobbing. ‘Outside.’ All the color drained from my husband’s face as he stood next to a ladder on the front porch, holding something in his hand.”
“I wanted to speak to my mom in case I didn’t make it out. ‘Mom, there is a shooter here, we are on the floor, please stay on the phone with me.’”
“He’s such a happy, calm baby. He’s never been sick, so you know there has to be an easy solution to whatever is causing his belly to appear big… A simple solution that may bring a few small moments of fear and discomfort, but after that, all will be fine.”
“In one second, I became the kid from the accident. The boy whose brother died. To the prosecutor, I was the delinquent child who murdered his brother. The guy who survived the wreck that killed his brother.”
“The next thing I knew I felt like I was drowning. I could hear codes being called as my birth got harder to take.‘He’s not fatal, but we have no idea what’s wrong.’ He had 10 fingers and 10 toes, but they were fused together. A first-time mom, I feared I was going to break him. Every irrational fear went through my mind.”
“He was just gone. I came home one night to the apartment my boyfriend and I shared to find everything was missing. He terminated our lease and emptied our joint bank account. I had less than a month to find a new place to live, no savings, and I was having surgery in a week. I didn’t think I could go on without him.”
