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I had been in labor since May when my water finally broke in July. Avoiding a premature birth had been our primary goal since my first ultrasound at seven weeks when I watched my baby – smaller than the size of a jelly bean – bouncing around the womb like a ping pong ball.
I protected my growing belly and its wild pixie like a dragon protects its treasure. I was still mourning the loss of one baby, losing another would be the end of yet another world for me. I knew I would not be able to bear it. The loneliness of bed rest is a small sacrifice when I thought about the life growing below my heart, as if it knew how hollow that space had been for so long.
There are mysteries about a woman’s body when she…
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